Here, thoughts most phantasmagoric;
They itch; need the antipsoric;
Scratched raw, as if carposporic,
Fast becoming anaphoric
Ivy runners, they twine and climb
A sing-song madness in the mind
Replication, it feels sublime
But for the need of biding time
Smother impatient expletive
The mental threads, acervative
While never quite diffinitive
At least they are depurative
Neologism paves the way
Distractive things at which to play
Different ways by which to say
I wish Thursday were here today