Pigs fly two steps and fall
half limbed beggars roar of joy
the hail and hearty cry
Why not enable the debase, destitute
when the dreams ring of cacophonies
when the thick air stinks of sly.
Lets move the wind and vanish
Let there be darkness, and slur and slime
Let twitched concoctions flourish.
Thursday 16 April, 2009
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