Let others munch spare frogslegs and things
Or their mother's tidbits so fine.
Not me.
I prefer wee bumblebee wings
With a pipe of blueberry wine.
I've no desire for porcupine stew
Aunts coated in chocolate yea thick
Fried crocodile
Ala flayed caribou
Or some other chef's table trick.
A simple table whenever I dine.
Not mine all these modern cuisines.
I'm quite satisfied with blueberry wine
And old fashioned bumblebee wings.
Poor castle cast off
My heart does not knead for you
Your warped eye whispering
Spawns demon shadows only
Alone
Within your hairy benobbed frame
Need not be
Repeat
Need not be
Red napped realities abound
Need not abide
Squirrels imply
Sure the kindling.
But as well the wood.
The place as such
And substance
Of the matter.
Time.
Amounts of time to flicker.
Flame in bright arrogance.
Become fuel to continuity,
Faded maturation.
It is not wonder
Yet is
Why wolves, weres and lovers
Lie dreaming before fires
Fire places
Emotions.
It is the melancholy
Of the cycle calling.
Warmed atavisms
Consumed in life
In love of rebirth.
The remembrance
Of werewolves wanting wings.
All these
The core past caring
Belonging
The fire is, is love.
The spark
To kindle the passion
Then human the substance
To weather completion
This this is love.
Old piano roll's wrong.
Slime can't slide.
Hot crotch coffee time's
Limited clearance
For the effluent affluent,
The halfway whores,
The herd nerd cud kulchur,
And the old ass versus mass.
Psycho servitudes feed the fever,
Fodder optional.
Prime apes ape pre ape.
Mom's ashes my dust.
People getting fat.
Soft.
Old.
Luxury cushioned
Nurture negating nature.
Easy pickings.
Easy meat.
Easy feeding easy street.
Women leak.
Men bleed.
My country 'tis of greed.
Cleveland cop corruptus.
Onion nation bent
On killing shame.
Sodom insane.
Moroi, Moroi
We meet where
The cuckoo does not sing
The dog does not bark
The sacred yew my flesh
The warming gone
Though hidden behind
Paths in the park
I in my city
Am amphetamine hot
And see
Clean Grecian face
In crumpled wrap
Of excrement
On flesh
None descending the stair
Dare call patrons
Matrons of questionable ease
Strip tease
Sand not withstanding
For each beach is the same
Same lame game
Where neither retribution
Nor love of institution
Dare descend dissembled daze
In this garbage of Eden
This earth rolls old through fading sun
As all partake of all
Yet few return from feeder's lure or feathered palm
Interest on said sin
Let others' purse our sloth rehearse
Refresh without refrain
For fascists flee from failed fight
To worshipped imagery
Which doubted doubles pain
When tables turn
Most mock concern
And ramble on in shackles
Dogs of dust neglecting trust
Entranced by past disasters
Since truth be known by no known tome
Until enhanced and factored
Let's be done with rough rerun
Membrane's sour remorse
Pre-paid replies
De facto lies
Return our lives to act / or
O listen now thou mad, thou meek
Receive and mourn these words oblique
Hear me - for I, Lucifer, speak
God's impotent envy me from heaven hurled
Manwards toward this god forsaken world
Where you in reward were Eden expelled
And I once majestic upon my belly felled
So I reigned in hell in favor a god
Forever, until upon me science trod
Then even from hell was I disbelieved
And from formal evil my duty relieved
Now no heaven holds atomic aplomb
Nor profits in neutered gamma ray tomb
Knowing crucified wish is unworkable womb
