Pestis

“…they were stung! By that insidious thing!”

foreword

It’s to a brain’s most darkened parts
With all such passing due.
Writhe in heart
Be last of parts
And praise be unto you!

demarcation

At grey of dawn
My blood was drawn
As I was strapped to bed.
Sent I was
From lands afar
With wrongings in the head

Centering a steeple
Wires pointed at’a sky.
The stillness yawned a doomy song
Uncoiling an eye.

O sing it hearts of plenty,
Withal angels sent to rule!
Arrondi force.
A canon tort.
Refilling ancient pools

A peonage leased,
A conscious not,
A shire’s bladen stew.
A maiden not
To sop the wounds
Anon to cordial bleu

Dido goes brimming

Many mites of madness
Softly swayed a mental rout.
Growing be the demons
Overriding children’s doubts.
Altered minds of many
Did they rush for shining seas?
Their cranial is riven!
Prominent de master’s gree

A silly host
Bereft of hope
All flavored in the vim.
Sagacious mood
Demeanor crude
Besmirching seraphim

It lingered them
On soothing gaps.
By windows did he creep.
In sleep they were as fully soft
With tongues as savors sweet

The cud was housed
In beasty mouth
Some glyde from Autsbury.
Adipose soft.
The pulp, a dross.
Beau monde his mastery

Perfect golden kisses
Were they
Finding lovers moods?
Wholesome to a lover’s song
With minds a’never bruised?
Warming did they sleep in song
With thoughts of even gift.
The buncoing of reason
Bought a pinning of the six

doctor

Squinting at the early sun
All frigid, morning gray.
A cryptic call
A roving sum
More pyres on the way!
Or with caduceus in hand
Their helper
Now a Mave!
But bury not,
I’ll treat the ill,
And live by higher pay

The word ‘Lustus’ escaped her mouth
Donation’s zombie dream!
A cup of nerve
A corpse inured
I pass it on to thee!
Take worth, old sick, two coats approach
At looking for a scream!
At once a putrid mind of mass
Now breaking at the seams

The skull was set to slab
Mostly verted
& as lit.
The Titled Orb perused the crown
Most stoic
& beset

Smashy be them fuddled friends,
A mass oblong for sure.
And with a scope to mouth agape
Morsure de le languer!

potence

The coalescence
Of a lamb,
It’s drifting, lousy, snow.
A catching goon in Sudor wept,
A nescience I should know

Right before me,
Holding life,
Her innards turned to soil!
A boy tagged empty
Floated in
With eyes forever moiled

With sullied breath
&
Tinctured chord
He flushed the womb a’black!
And with the creak of alpine wood
A neck was stretched to lack

Charming of a diamond kiss,
Nay troubled,
Nor harangued.
Doubted graven,
Nor morose,
An almsman of the sane

inertia…

A jaunting brood
In staggers rot
In health I was a king.
A gift of care, the town secure
Emmanuel our dream!

The best of days is kept as held. All
Folded, in a grin.
Add yesteryear
When skies were clear
And time was safe from sin

Halos hung like tarp,
Strewn panoptic on the dead.
The pallor of the standing corp
Consented wights a vez.
Dear old Luke! The foul, the stench
The town’s a grievous plague.
And stationed be a steeple
With’a bell
A chimin’ dread

With torch in hand
Sloe lips to ply
A triumph for the moon!
Good news appear a posacuir,
A’ fleecing go a soon!

I’ve tranced yon deep, for cure I seek
A cadence counted light.
Squired languir,
By feist I’m sure,
As song is set to flight!

vaga é prosperi

Fulsome to a hill are wings
With armor past Allah!
Beautiful, as fairy sings
As lithe as Mashgiah!

A jewel a jewel!
The gift of bugs!
To sight’s atrocity!
A fool a fool!
To vat his prayer!
No poison hath he seen!

A nasty hatch, a vapid thrall,
Emerged about the flank.
And sworn to mist,
A paying piss,
Was spanning psychotic

Soakings so anodic, pure
An
Oxide Cap Buvant!
Torrent to a rage
It soaked
In starry-eyed Dimanche

Appending fits of laughter, dim
The fear I hardly cope.
The catechesis of a fish.
A man without a throat

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