im a bloody magnificient poet
dante of the day
bocaccio boogie woogie
inferno while i watch
day after tomorrow on youtube,
where a climatologist
finds a way to write a poem
while jerking off with one hand unfortunately occupied
in the noble task of sensualising one's visuals
at hand and at notion with one's grasp
that one would label
that sight that belongs to the weather-woman,
as she weather-womans her way
throu the inferno