swell me a bowl
with lusty oil
brightest under bis
geynest under gore
ecce who com
inna persian vestment
un monodatal voll
marines cd not hoist thee
whos eyes go seaward noreaster reeling
thrashing at the mouth of the gowanus
mischance upbrimmd
sludgie helas, aloft
sometimes honeysuckle can smell like
MURTHER
yr shining form to oil hath returned
yr helmet now shall make a hive for bees
it was no dream I lay broad waking
oil blossomd green, incarnadine
s/thing keeps
on testing me for tb
is politer not to talk about
beastly p.o.v.
ludic
like a succubus vomiting ivy
lordly subtler
grotesquerie
you can bet it smelled like murther
creped and crinolinnd along the noggin
w/ a victorian western pin
till I may see a plumper sludgie swim
everlike rotund
buddha—smack aghast
everlike leo and their friends
marching in lockstep
to the sunlit uplands
