Elders with Wooden beak Masks
Twenty elders sitting, miles from home and years ago. To forests of lavender. "There's some kind of a loud gong strike in the book". The first beak masked elder intoned. The scattered blankets..but I make ratty blankets. Been pretty fucked up bump down pitted roads. Finally spent of hard drinking, sat of attention and bragging. I've reconstructed the sackcloth of eyes before and right.
Unfarmed empty farm land revealed skeleton. Trees planted at hour of temptation. His cheap back-yard pool party ritual. Perfumed bliss cup. Choco-mints. Colored bubbles on moss. We cure banana skins my new friends saith the Amen. The Deep Hours Calm.
The bones of the after-furnace with its cascades of four and twenty elders of the year. Looking for Safety naked. Deep day walking Turning The Delicate lane of the graveyard. The neighborhood giggling. Laughing and in the midst of The Graveyard Parade. Candle night. The blank carnival.
Of Darkness Desert. Red and green paint hot.
Noah could tell time." "You Stony faces of a police line time. The Dream-Cheese opium and movement elders down.
Cold times
In the midst and bright red hospital. I shivered as I clutched the metal rail. Nothing but disturbing news on the Tv no matter channel I switch it to. Served a sore throat, All infected scabs inside. Scabs so thick and full of pus I can barely swollen without choking. Redeemed into the most beautiful diseased call every soldier steps worship devils. The new darkness, a roving band of leaderless rapists pillaging cities all along the east coast. "Hail Satan!". The soldiers cried as they killed those in command and took over the land. I see it on many channels I flip through. I hear gun shots within the city where I lay. What will kill me first? The virus or a bullet? I can hardly wait to find out.
A short new season
Brisk gallons poured like icy release. My pie advice to the biscuit chiefs. My electro merkin and it's undertones. Switch sweet meat shellac to the other static bone. Harvesting pretzels from a sea of woe. Ring the donut bell and bright candy sprinkles fell. He's a goner with honor. He claps in the corner and nibbles minty scones.