galahad in goosedown (fiat iustitia et pereat mundus)

thank you

sir

you're welcome

sir

dry humping the ecstasy in seattle

baffled

channeling sappho

gold lasso loops

holding an actual noose

goose down plumage

i chose to remain a student

of the disaffected malcontent

halifax hyacinths and

soup of the alphabet

a higher sense emerged

after i abandoned lucid mouthiness

church of black rowdiness

roy rogers hanky-chief

lost it in the jungle gym

bungled whims

mangled whims

fuck rap

eyes go back

to finagling

finnesing

i haggle for the message

bits of soul

perhaps another round of cribbage though

wicker poetry

it's wicked to ever proclaim woe is me"