Dudley Eldenfield ambles toward Hades
An azure moment passes by
the circumspection
of
the intimacy of endlessness.
No subtle niceties compensate for the mendicant harlot that was your soul.
A hemorrhoidal parasite, cork-like, you stop up the rush of human progress,
and deposit your impressions
like dividends
in that mausoleum you fondly refer to as a mind.
Ambivalent toward ambivalence,
you drape yourself in the solace of schizophrenia.
Meanwhile, the intimacy of endlessness
becomes immediate.