It’s such nice work, a plain jug
schema proliferating jug fables
between acts of kindness & tragic themes
of incitements. Or was it just empty?

I’m just not finished, you pay.
We call soliloquy a-theoretical
since no one else is speaking.
The jug’s extending a hand, not audible —

Clouds part & it’s just a backstory
sulking in thoughts of jughead history
with a view toward tonal notes
that cannot be held in plain terms
until sophomore welterweights
rush in meanings of structure.