CHARLEMAGNE AMONG HIS LOOTED GOODS
Quintessence is wily. Loafing giants toast sausage,
all is but a prance
to them, never will they know
true jitter, nie indigestion which wracks men.
Howdy’d a fortnight,
their ponies tickling dust—
how might they know this metastasizes war?
For whom gestalt, snickering, palavers tiny men
the council forgoes, dipping staffs in catsup,
it is how they eat, I won’t let you fret on it—
In front the porches sever useful data.
Gallant sisters
piercing, unpitying, one another’s guts
to warm the lukewarm daggers
weren’t, still, pleasant to who oversees.
It is a dearest gauze to
Welcome on a knee. One get fond upon
oneself like so, mere doing spelling out mustardy
smears. A giant shades my sight, requests I guess
its name to be
set free.
Plush documents obtain fondness in loaves,
jostling due the wagon’s failing
spoke. Aphasia warms the sword entire,
neatly lines up willing necks who
never knew were willing til
that mute buried their dewy font inside his tongue.
GEORGE BAILEY’S BLOODY MOUTH
Derogate blessing on
This the holiday seas
On. Valor wets the lapels,
Goodness being swarthy, & would wounds let
These frank mourners feast, their paws so dirty
Like that?
I admire water. “See—’tween us two, I ad
Mire water.” “Less get this fuckslam goin if
Notice tells us so.” Up here,
Up
On our boat.
The wafers glisten polemics that wreath foals
Birth’s custard dresses still.
The buffet killjoys hoofs that trundle. The waders kill
Joy
To the world
Whose
Angels
Come
To
Bless
Us
Each
As
One
And Angels Cryyyyyyyy / And Mercy Singssssssssss And / And
Heavingbluntsacksofguns, And
Howevernumbplainsbecome / And
Blessssssssss And
Blessssssssssssss, / And
Bless Us Love