Playful, still a shark though Whole fleet’ll clog lanes if we don’t carpool Kaboom, besiege your place, Gordon at Khartoum Pull up make that nice Saloon car your tomb Harpoon you, red as Barsoom You slid like a drunk off a barstool To the road from the stalled car Taz-twisters of acrid smoke played above… Read more: Type test
Bricks from a derelict famine cottage Were used in the construction of my wall I have come to believe that action is the source of it all. “These are reprieves” I have been told by three priests, None of whom were acquainted, “For hungry ghost’s are ancient.” After the Master’s performance, everything else seemed quaint.… Read more: Ghostfeeder
Unproductive days of overconducted fun. Timetabled raves. Even our evening hour sordid orgies needed taster plates; Whether plastic or paper plates were better For a bits table she intended to set up outside Dormitorio Del Leather Surely unprobed depths exist yet. I will delve better. The recipients of my “too-insistent” twelve letters demand me fettered.… Read more: Flogging the workhorse
My foetid mind Sprouts to impotent life Like a dying lighter’s coaxed light Smoked so much kush I’m left a shell impression, a ghost ship. Behind my eyes, the killing potion of my emotionless ghost light. The post-light of goat worship managed my backslide.
Lover’s odes, Which dolesome oafs Produce solely In wristbone-soiling tomes (On transport hard to hold), Can sound like odious fights conducted in language one can’t fangle Whose ruinous slights ignorance’s knightly shield disguises.
Alchemisland 
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