Smashed like jars all the statues of Marduk in the artisan’s parlour To prove lifeless the things known lifeless Christian wisdom a nailed fist, a braille-framed knife. Breambelly skies, The tribes of Babylon screaming at their demon seeder’s defilement; His oft-visited visage, of cedar height, is cere, cruel and mighty And visits upon all thieves… Read more: It is right and proper that bards propitiate with honours horned Marduk
The ephebe who hid all glee at piquing witty Wilde’s interest The canvas of many sordid, vicious wishes His marble lips worn away like dissolving stitches Statue crumbs powder a closeted curator’s apron Which he swishes away with a lifetime’s patience.
Her home and pride was Northern Ireland; to her Norn Iron. Grassy, my environment pleasing to a gassy bovine Limits learn yours, told her I know mine Spliff demanded a cough tithe Hackthroated, near to croaking Looked over at me cock-eyed, astounded Her ability to boss me about circumscribed Curtained garden certain mercury required, murky… Read more: Smoking with her
Commanding lust using banned signals, which novices lust Torrid knowledge from horrid books which porridge minds Bulked coffers full of bread, not Hovis Gilt-rinded fruit in Midas’s holding Always holding potent cause-wheeze potions. Time’s disposable, enough to write unpromotable tough-read novels, Instead waste my life getting chased by taser-wielding officers Because my pipefodder’s the source… Read more: Minor conjurations
I squeeze noothgrush from tube to nude toothbrush Surprised ever, my light-levered eyes. July’s cleverest devices subscribed Indescribable what I’ve tried to described An, the, iceberg’s highted height Ill-belying its hidden sizes The months ahead must provide This prideless scribe with lineworth lies Resupplying my bong’s geyser when I feel a high subsiding The age… Read more: Ins fire ation
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