Floral leaf bent down hard from the wash of nicotine
highways upwards to a boiling crystal of light. It
smoothed over me like a bat lighting upon the mossy granite
next to a salamanders throne. King of the underworld, keeper
of the gates of delerium and baptizer of Nebuchadnezzar's
tomb.
Sing a song of six pence a belly full of wine
slowly undress your fancy and lift the joy of lime
to that princess's forest a mist of salmon fronds
licks slowly…
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Posted on July 31, 2010 at 3:00am —