King Prion
Hooo.
Crepe'd up a knife blade ladder on spectator shoes or Gladiator
sandals.
Cut to the glut Fata Androgyana So the fat of the matter.
You cupped yourself to the sickle sale table.
There's a drug for that and its name
is traced on ice with a triple toe lutz
boot black blade handle.
Dorothy Hamill hack't locks.
For the trunk sale.
Sword tied to the second hand the glabrous torso,
pouring bile and tied to the saddle.
Makes the failing world go round in battle on hoarse legs.
Bone chip tip top knobble.
I live in a star house built for denial.
Hygienists in Scarsdale.
A case of adolescent sarcoma It has six dental points
despite the five on my papers.
Despite the Nazi hinges singe-ing yours.
Those black arms swing like a crazy cat clock point
everywhere, but I am an artist.
So like a broken clock, I never have had to repeat myself.