When I told him that returning to prison Was preferable to continuing the miserable Mincemeat midden I’d made of my brittle, bramble-bullied life He was troubled, I saw him struggling to hide The wet light slicking his arid, educated eyes What comfort concealed had providence’s zeal made real before his sight Indeed, he reeled at… Read more: Clueless nouveau
Remembering pleasure during abstention To torture beyond weakness my meek mettle. At the planted feet of a sleet-phantomed unlevel peak Called obliquely Escher’s Defeat I measure out forever grief In coffee beans And clevered ennui.
The unholy home of Lot levelled Its demoned temples malevolent scree. Coughs ebon My lungs. My drummond leaksprung ekes to ebbing Weeks left at best Each breath extension.
Some ungodly, should-be-upshuttered hour Found me shuffling like a gout sufferer through town’s tenements Abuse blue clouds confused Apollo’s endowments Her musical voice sharp pointed as a weapon Only more pleasant; a dirk velvet-curtained A curt muse. An enthused muezzin Is she An answered prayer Or a call to prayer?
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