Crop Dusting

Universiocity out-laudanums 

the curl of dumbbells I alone can't lift

without sifting out the act of reprehending

when pretending won't do.

A kind of unkind epoxy gluts the room

where we are standing accidentally close

but not together I must declare in case

you are fond of inferring and do that 

now plus retrospectively plus futuristically

as though you were Robert Theobold who lived

in Wickenburg when I was romping toward

my doctoral degree in a field then foreign to me.

It's about or not about being stuck I premise or

promise you. You perhaps wince at our proximity

unless I have you removed from this hypothetical

bounty of potential bliss or merely a miss.