A Struck Note

I have almost exhausted my
store of words – thought-led

constructions have dipped –
every one of my unloadings

rattles to a metallic thrum –
they stain on acetic tongues

of implausible singers – This
commitment is a marriage –

full of misdirections & lusts
for superior head-fucks – As

time stammers in an unwell
manner my focus clogs – We

were mismatched by voices
in heads – my desire is dead