THE WEAVE:

…Venus watches Mars

twinkle, from

her bedroom window…

"You whistle,
like a tea-kettle,
hung over

a Fire.  You do
not know who you
call out to, only that

you are too gassy,
and so you yell.
Let out your hot

Air.  Tell us
your boiling point is
Here.  Peak,

in scalding rage,
relieved by a simple
pulling of the trigger

to the spout."