Twist they thought I'd do
Through thundering triumph
Though turns and turns through
Till this terrible task
Taking time
Talking
Tresspassing through tilted landscapes
Tick tack

Tickle till I twinkel
Try yet again
Think me thoughtless but
Bethink what thievish theorys
Travel through the tempests in this poets tender mind

Torrents of temptation
Your trepidation
Takes time to throw to the toads
Of termination
This torso of yours bear a token
Tracks of tomorrows tears
I left to be your totem
Touched and towed aside
By totalitarian tragedy

Tactile though tangible
Tangled up like tapeworms
To be the target
Of thourogh and tedious
Temerity
The temple of theology
Then

Thick thirst between my thighs
Where I was torn by themology
Neither mine nor yours
But enthroned by lust
Thwarted last tuesday
Thriving in thousands of time warps

All that remains there
A tattoo of a tiger lily