Thursday, January 5, 2017

cloud the fell

if the fall aerie batwinged
wig mason's handshake
co=existed in a well
in a war of pages
the wigged batpimp
entered the cloud
and fell
straight down
and opening its wings
and unfurling
its long wig staircase piano
would drown
in frown anarchy
how herm monolith choiceless
could stir a wart's broth
starlight (not very much)