in the mink pith of our dismal mints and our Charlatan hearse fights in the twice dark vice of our daffodils you linger effervescent in the marmalade plans of mice and gin. you march men into your womb like pixie dust and Ebola. there, in the devious whiskers of your manticore i have found you naked and bereft of kin. an oodle of gimp where the soul had been, and the gas lights off the marsh unclean.
the vivid hork of your dead albatross, pondering the hink of your discontinued love.
that leather skin beehive humming in the Hamptons is just like the ziggarat ghettos of Compton a fob on a boil on the face of your hidden face and a stab at your entrails from the inside; commonplace - Romans demure to your architect you'll have your symmetries before breakfast... let no one forget.
gorgeous ****** suns, gallant in emptiness a horde of unfettered lovelies, spawning petulant ***** to other ***** a lull of ponderous, a bead of serene, swimming in hot pink mist and peppercorn wavy gravy. i slay these dragons to form new words that Oodle your frenzy and keep you for mine .
