Being slowly stripped

of obsessive compulsion,

unable to creature the habits of X--

its greater pains taken by

pains taken.

Volitional deductions, and

inferences...alibis and motives

scarring a madman's template.

Ram-shouldered entries

through paper thin doors, in response

to off color remarks on his meta-physique.

Isn't nature self-regulating, why shouldn't

it produce freaks of like control?

To assemble variables thereof, Warholian

assembly lines stockpiling non perishables

for unseen disasters.

To man, to woman the reins is a most

satisfying illusion...spurring on the tramping boisterousness.

We like formalities, dress rehearsals, the arteries

of maps...to run our fingers down,

nonplussed by their pulse.

We know that we don't know, today the weathermen

completely butchered the forecast, of this wouldbe

blizzard.

Time is already filtering their accountability.