The fight: The deaths of Idas, Chromis and others
He will be remembered in the stars,
for he smote the mightiest of the soccer moms
w/ his mother’s Pyrex mixing bowl brought back
from Portugal or maybe Spain. After great pain,
a formal request from the centaur to begin
the ceremony. The auditorium was vast, yes,
yet still not spacious enough.
to accommodate every member of the 90s
swing revival revival. & the combat raged on.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
The fight: Lampetides, Dorylas and others
The fight: Lampetides, Dorylas and others
My kink is stealing the noses of lecturers
while they’re still at the podium. When we met,
I offered you a taste of my favorite bog body
& you declared it too soapy for your liking.
That’s fine if you don’t mind
seeking asylum on the patio. After all,
there are seminarians who refuse to be
petitioned, even if the amulet
glows dimly in the presence of deep state
operatives or wendigos.
On 4/20 we unleashed the Kentucky Goblins
on an admiring public.
See how they shimmy & shake
& own the librettos like holler
Nibelungen. Hush my glorified
roommate, the lion sleeps all day
in the home office, the mighty
home office.
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