72: You devised virtuous lies, I pick that up, smug and cute, 
a braid of welts around your neck.   
 
Taking out details is tele  
-genic living w/ you — so here — my polite form of the welt- 
in-the-universe, comic beaker installed, a recital gas:  
 
Storylines, task scars, thrills, lobster, not crayfish, etc.   
(dogs, false tenebrae, & aimless sky conditions that surround our absorbing Tums)   
to adapt under-the-tongue compliments for insurgents who willingly impart no more to shame.   
  
I’ve just noticed you haven’t said anything, Gabby.   
Let’s rewrite “Biotherm.”
Make it count. In this I fear sarcasm —   
  
Unless I urge the tobacco board (I’m bad at focusing...)    
to hang their names until they won’t balance.   
We stumbled upon a larger issue. “Speaking about it,” laughing again.