i promenade through passages
of crusted, concrete memory
and revel in plasticity
the silent, satin shackle
that binds my heart absurdly;
ingratiates my privacy
our mutual psychoses
festooned in stately pageantry;
liberates my lethargy
in tilted shades of
symmetry...I relish
apoplectically
moments squandered
recklessly—void of
needed harmony
i lanquish—faded
aimlessly
intent on inane
ecstasy
Kenneth Snow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obviously-2/
