an unrehearsed universe

The Following Are a List of Things

Tinny groaning
approximating rapture
seeped through
the divider wall,
a greatest hits compilation looping
from one
implausible gyration
to another
wildly--
her neighbor,
having fallen into fulfilling dreams
of filled
and filling
buxom babes pleading
for harder for faster for deeper never
for softer or slower or shallower
as though
those options
ceased
to exist the minute the aperture
of the camera lenses
opened,
forgot to switch off
the iTunes repeat,
leaving behind feigned cries
intimations
of a wet spot
in the wadded tissues
overflowing
from the trash can he
guilty shunted to the floor chute
and backroom
backdoor
bartered ecstasy
to lull her to sleep.