Salt-grain-taken greetings
from the land of curmudgeons,
powwow in these
craters of overblown canticles.
Dragon-puff proofed spirits
with the matchsticks of nigh-nights...
till we add eyes to the lambs of
Johnny from Patmos.
We can disturb the peace, till it
spews war from windows--gag
reflexes of great purges.
Catching venom samples in our
plastic cups, for posterity's telltale tipples.
Etching paralysis through deadlocked
saints and sinners.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Salt-grain-taken greetings
from the land of curmudgeons,
powwow in these
craters of overblown canticles.
Dragon-puff proofed spirits
with the matchsticks of nigh-nights...
till we add eyes to the lambs of
Johnny from Patmos.
We can disturb the peace, till it
spews war from windows--gag
reflexes of great purges.
Catching venom samples in our
plastic cups, for posterity's telltale tipples.
Etching paralysis through deadlocked
saints and sinners.
