Petting Myself with Grief>> Sometimes, you just need to die...
just a nibit, you know?
It's stall lit takes in times slyke ease,
where you sl-weep yourself back in your chair,
set off a grave flare and stare with an ossuary-glare,
maybe even swerve rare-
-hand eye swhair...
...with the humount of shrewgaze I've shawled myself with over the years
that my brain's sprouted muddied cotton spore ears
similard to that of a 90's punctured hassock
and gauzed in the crèmnants of Kevin Shields' parka jacket...
...but high honed care, so, slow sew dive then:
let's catch the breeze all loafer rugain, with some chimes,
(when you just knead to die...)
butter urm, justab penprick this time
Picture of Maryannetted Do I suntimes arch for-wood
Rippling guzheng fingers thrawart?
For sprockets well-soiled,
My sizzling shadowh-izz foiled.
Where brisk brass sails bewail our way:
Those winds be yet to sway....
Aggroculturural Copfields...balaclAva-|rings of funderandice, subtorefuge settlemintea|-rice
lAva-|rings of flaimendaciousteeples, stirimmolate scoriched|-rice
cadAva-|rings of flakrumblowknhives, segregrainte sowar|-rice
The avaricious ones lea-fib behind demysties & servials
for a disseminaidead vill on an impoveraged, denslaved hill;
there, lies nothing but a -|cAve-air|- of noil-lill-nihil.
/Ch/ tri- m-end-ustSton't watch the flocklock strhands stake hem out.
The Maelstrummurk's muckuckooing fledges sinew a deafleetune no avail; dew mrust cog suck Chronoose's cumech-arcane-ism 'inder Chamb-hornets of Clepsudrip & Quartzit.
Hen, once strike release pins undo, unclasp peliclenched sdeeds sanguwhined,
soar-ache hope'n fly vywinged gaffarswilloop pith thine need beethough, stowed away, you'll flynd dit is ear where lies the Aortawny Sandchooairy and awaits you it dofroth!
("Bolt knode that the final year of these whorleaflynull years,
lies knoboldustily doormantand sunfurlatch-chested....")
Talh UnterTalh Unter: Hawkatatonicatavistic Alchemaniature;
you're migh' shriekenshrined remuddy
and with that ninety-fortitude eye of yours: at 94 did you die?
Isle never know, will I.
But lhert'z paddull it toggether and bask whilst scannoeing
the woe-rise-sun(g), askew and spewing into the Lethied, leafy seadragon, cessantensensations weave low topon.
Seadroving seraphur scailing sacrosank stareefs;
Halseayon hayzes hemoorrhedging howooling healayeast;
An astrongnumbic, alickgaturning anticdote 'ammeridstisawders;
Restifiring, ruddeary rousores, roarowing rejeweluvenation;
Orboroskying ominishonets opuknitillently overtoesingunswipeairopal.
...'Nnealether nRinDe nor negale'shun notcheshyore nesdulledensnugget.
Skathi Iciculled has czar ColdOniplane, witchesnown as Anarcharctigall'eau, The Mosqueatoe Shiverts that ski linenoarfrost along the tundrunes locoldated withind the thawbhitten canopiesovice, are crispreparing to mawindopen the bleakraiNileavents to synfuelslice whiff Mewnimbushelluna; thissesiNorger to zaffreeze glenzymes ov alpinto glaconyxoomithridates as a rifteareviveremedeed to their
dhailty, The Billizzionthundearth: Skaði Iciculled.