I Seek My Elizabeth

Scatter me, for I am proud.

In the imagination of my heart

Resounds applause in the dark—

Laughter unlit, coiling cigarettes—loud

Taciturns auctioning art.

Unnoticed in my peanut-crunching crowd,

I Melmoth-Wander avowed—

Consecrated to my chains—the show starts.

I seek her, and, they aren’t wowed.

My Elizabeth, I hope, won’t depart—

Impatience is my bit part.

They leer like they’re Past-It and want it Now’d.