He is blue sidewalk gum lately; sole-pressed

waffle and, charged like a great dangling breast

she looks down on him. He pines beholden 

to her scorn, who from her window golden

not one glance (down). Why should the scale's slant vex?

Far less chalkboard wrapping wall of theorem

than it's simplest arithmetic: can'ts

distilled of cans, reduction toward serum

blue as pine-lush mountainside far distant.

Lamplight backlit, fickle and insistent

proteins watch now sorry serenader's

into-night shuffle, lute dragging. His ex

in thrall to microscopic horse-traders

couldn't care less that she's lost her last chance.