Soothe the wounds of weariness

give ever more to the graceless moron

a daisy-chain of elfs and fairies

 

Praise the poet,

kill the beast,

pity the mother.

 

We chatted on the chairs below

while the echoes danced above

blood splattered like spilt soup

 

Watch out

TV ads may

terrorize you

 

UNCHAIN THE CHAINED

 

Spark and fizz

rage and whizz

 

No room to be smooth

as sorrow brings a darker

summer.