Thursday, August 24, 2006



Un-hungry tights towards the east
Sting lemons with their eyes

And onward to righteousness we raise
The tongs and uncork our lord

Our demiurge fiasco all over the carpet.

Praise to holy stain we demure you.
Bleat bleat the sphincter of grace

Cannonballs to the forehead to redemption’s

We blaze the lord’s trousers
To pants and back, transubstance

Like the goon’s squad in the changing rooms,
Perilous to think it, think it out sighted.


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