Mr. Yeats Must Identify Nature
I loved you there
Like Adam loves Eve chewing your bubble gum and drinking cappuccino
An unusual woman
Dressed in infinite symbols
You—created
by some lonesome God for a
no-symbols man with a pathology of desire
I prattled aloud about passion
past you
Signifying my forever love
You did not look
At my purple sweater
I will pour now
A French cup of coffee
And offer it
As some offered mutton smoke
To invisible deities
Laughing cruel
At my heart which begs
For diagnosis