Gun stuffed into your mouth, Tuesday evening

Lend ear, Roman

Mental noise gentled

Heavy mantle offlifted

Bleeding earphones leak

Dull sound of dumbed hummingbirds.


Gimme tea no nettles

Shotgun lemniscate

Scattershot breath

Feeling cold metal

Shook like near-done kettle

Making keepsakes of possessions

Possessed by legions of Satan’s Chiefs.


Browning Version

Keats’ passion for Chapman’s Homer

I have a go: his darkening jocks bark-brown 

Pants browning as a plucked bindweed lily petal.


Song of Achilles in mad dog’s register

Eerie battle song in steel key

Screaming monks from the gyring Cathedral swear Osiris is Irish.

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