i'm too old to be "e.m.o." -
   and i'm too clamorous
to claim "goth"...
          god: and that love
   to loiter!
               first they teach
the child the alphabet...
then reduced it to an α & β
           "contest"...
ever hear an alcoholic
utter the words: i'm thirsty -
ever?
   but i will be the womb-eye
having sighted
    mistletoe roaming free -
like cotton-candy
   in the hands of a child:
   instead - parasitic -
                    perched in trees:
gloomier than a
    hunched Diaval -
  riddled: less by an image
in water -
   but more: with a missing
tangle of root:
   to mark the god and string
in puppet a
   being: worth nothing
more than an offshoot.
    - give me the name
of the man who fell in love
with his own shadow...
   and i'll tell you the name
- who made Narcissus
      a lesser standard
         of autism for the modern
tongue to interpret...
      ... and why didn't
   solipsism materialise into a demigod?