I pressed my moistened,
Defiantly mundane visage
To the summer camp,
To the baseball game,
To the rock concerts,
.
Er,
I’ll emaciate my presence,
You’ll see,
I stifle the gods with…
.
With…
.
ALABASTER…
.
And now alabaster will be the focal point
Of this transcript-fulfilling endeavor here
Which I am currently quantifying
In ink defiantly black, like
A cat walking across a balance beam
On a stage
In a musical that isn’t Cats.