T (TO PERFECTION)
don’t want to see
him
have you for tea
know you
to a T
measure you
exacTly
find you wanting
leave you
wanting
wearing my mad hatter’s hat
skyscraper top hat
am going to
invite myself to
that cream
and buns party
see how many tiny mice
get stuffed into
that teapot
until, with
absolute aplomb,
time is called on
that sad
stale old joke
forever recurring, such
crucial, critical distance
between its
sweeiness of promise
and hap-
handed execution
poems 2 die for 