I gifted you consciousness
and you came back and told me
that tomorrow would sorrow,
today too late
And yet I followed that which
you told me not to seek,
Peppercorn––
avarice only a disguise with which
to peer closer at any soul,
my own
Unfolding dramas,
teen liturgies to scream
and the power of oppression,
I swear I saw you on the balcony
Mr. Doodle.