Sloppy, Slippy Slap, stick, Sick. Sick. Sick.

           
I join with Julie long and late at night
to mock the words so ill-imagined by
the jumbled minds of masses and
eat hard cheese and drink red wine

I join with Jill late each morn
to cackle at the piddled words unsaid
philosophize and plot and plan
joyful melancholy for those walking dead

I join with Joan before each dinner
to giggle on the breasts of almost poems
the graceless dances of waifish wan
then waltz below another starlit dome

I join with Julie then again
to mock and sing and sigh and cringe