A suppose is a suppose is a... Limber lasso of Tea Leonis, looping and limpid. Here I float ... forgotten and talentless Among numb unknowns of words, spermy words Fishing for finishes.... Each word a weight to sink the bait Wriggling its links of heartbeats. No knowing comes to caustically swallow The proffered oblations of ignorance --Stiff wicks awaiting enlightenment. Ignorant divots flay my driving field, Each divot devoutly a prayer To drive true To some teleological terminus. O Tea Leoni Know my unknowingness, Parse my pickled presumptions And inscribe a prescription under each eyelid, Some fluff of a fluttering antidote. Stop these filaments of questionmarks Swelling my throat like a feather boa, Fashioning incertain alternatives In my make-believe brain, Aggrieved and giveless. O salvÈ salvÈ Moisten and close, clock and lock, The click-if-click of my soiled supposery Churning mud-dumb propellers In bayous gone by O salvê!