In The Land of Stuttering Carousels

 you (I accuse)
who are engaged elsewhere:
Where?
In the land of carousels, hot-air balloons and

no returns

inotherwords

in the realm
of nowhere in particular
you torture me
with noblesse oblige.
I stutter, stumble, I do not
recover. I suffer. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
I suffer.