Caged, the scorpion is still snarling

The Keys to Liberty

 

A birthday wish for Angye Gaona

Happy birthday

There once was a fellow named Lear
Whose eyes were remarkably clear
He swallowed a farthing
From a bowl you could bath in
And made distant islands appear

And it's o'er the hills I will roll in splendour

It's the Triumph of the fucking Will

She crooned seductively in my ear with a voice like honey

In the bullet

He sneezed beside a dead woman
Who was sat upright in her clothes of bunting.
Moths flew in cascades before the tomb was closed.
A man cried a tear of gunmetal slag that stuck to his cheek,
While around him faces fractured like the sea
And a woman with the face of a sleeper crusted with ice.
The sun turned to pearls at my shoulder
And she curled her lip like a fish.
The woman who was a cat blinked at me more than once.