Haunched like a back-break piston
Flying through a viscid plume
Billow'd from a crone's cigar
Wailing triumphant "Here is where.
Let no one say I wasn't a gracious chap"
Esther, eyes ablazing
Swoops upon a mousey hound
Gnarled head sits high in fist
But the body limp furred sacking
"I know what has feasted" she crows
And a great she-wolf seeps out
From dark Gretel forests,
Squired by Waterbabies,
Porcelain in quietus.
Sneered smile creeps from
Punctured lips
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Esther Rantzen
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you must ve ascended ot a ihhigher plane well done comrarde i award you athe ORder of The Unified Heart, and a whisky on the rocks. Whisy in the rocks brings you closer ot god, and when you get close enough what you see is Leaonnrd Cohen, eating a banana.
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