Old Troy of the DMP
Old Troy a ruin, a heap
Middens where stood temples, among motionless flagless priapic poles
Ropes pulled down the stone sword of Aries
Broken on the broken flags
A millennium of shards
Stone flood spreading outward across the floor
Across the world a milipedinous avatar of concrete twists itself
Bookbinder A labyrinth of boundaries, weeping John Clare lotused at its heart glade
The law cannot act lawlessly
Lawless bad flawless good
In one book everything which a right man should
Do it
Judges in judgement, what a judge meant
By a glance.
Breadcrumb trail to a colony sent
Travelyan’s wall prohibits entry to the fields
Corn King cannot live past midnight
The corn is not stolen, the young will see their forbidden tomorrow and loathe the rotting bulkhead of the future
James Shelby Downward spiral
Circling the drain Huntress rosins a shaft
Twangs bowstring
Draws it back, tensile
Potential energy
Nine times drawn, enneagram
Apostasy the prayer of disruption
Sacred lambs sheared like French women
Who found lebensraum in their flowerbeds
Sheep dipped the sacred lambs
Propping up the bar in Salon Kitty
Rainy Berlin made of glass
Vice sensitive rat noses twitching by the dusty grilles above
Bucktoothed angels Twilight messages occulted into newspaper headlines
Deep assignments from the reality handlers, gnostictok
Deep time whispers from ageless sages
Moth beacons for the deranged, the mentally ill
Ritual king killing near Freddy’s turf
Strange seeds give forth strange fruit
Multicoloured hippies festooned with ribbons like hawthorne branches
Agents of alienation, against that which came before
New modes, curious arts, urgies and urges and orgies
The potent sperma, presidential Ichor
Mondo Paranoia, devilish sympathies
All of us Children of the Corn King
Grim reliquaria for Elm Street mudlarkers
Myroblitic chunks of dead president
Our Rag and Bone man’s pillbox hat
Pink blazer hides the brainsplatter
A death whose ritual potency grants powers of flight
Soap box derby rockets, flapping cardboard clinker built, all crooked nails and duct tape bandolier
Pearlescent and forbidden Selene’s grotto, stellar clitoris
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