me?
                                            i'm slayer's
raining blood
from their seminal album
reign in blood,
pretty much most of the time:
a narrative rather than a thought
comes once in a while,
and i hunchback myself
into position... and write;
it's really Notre Dame with
fond memories of Paris...
but hey, Darwinism's approach
to history will make any
man kick a few buckets and coffins
in-between hushing out 40 candles
on a birthday cake and climbing
into a coffin that's the Matador -
ooh hey hanky-panky handkerchief
in hand, waving on my free-fall down
to become more than just carbon residue
of dinosaur, liquorice and Arab decadence...
Shrove Tuesday more like.