corps de blah
scott walker
hence went and cracked an atom age old egg
the sky-clads ash with jettisoning the roost
i'm bumping into leghorns in the darkness
accrue too flew and burned my teeth
with kitchen matches struck on stone
arab widow flayed cadenzas
the chiseller keeps slipping away
cholesteroled mansions crowded with sulphured air
dip to kyrie's lone whistler in the shadows
charging on the purple purlieus
scrape to goitres gray carnation through the stubble
epicanthic knobbler of ninon
arch to macaronic mahout in the mascon
a sphinters tooting our tune
if only 'i' could pick you
from the spit-roast smoke curling
rack off from this ravished slather"