The relentless clock ticks like a pseudo heartbeat, prattling platitudes of sententious pity. Two decades summons pragmatism: a mouth to kiss, a place to eat, to **** and shove like lambing ewe. Set it in stone at twenty-five; a diamond glares from Facebook, a Gorgon eye, a quick click analgesic. Marry overborne bricks and surrender nature’s piquancy to kitchens where flies **** on all the dinners not savoured. Probe for passion in drains, Tupperware, between stale sheets. Aridity resists fornication in a ***** for absent frisson; a stretch across oceans, portenous as premature world-weary yawns, Three syllables ought to roll easily yet sear acidic, two tongues curtailed and bourne back into silence.