I.
Meet me
in a bar afar.
Rustle me out
of this ocean wreck,
urchin for tools
Bering Strait.
Meet me
on the Bridge of Sighs
bell and the fog
harrow and cark.
Kiss a grace
of this hour and waste.
Pull me out
of this can of fire.
Toil inflames
every bleeding thirst
to pander and shame
vain & sullen with desire.
Bad to sad,
driving me mad!
II.
Gunning for “liberty”
fell in too low!
caught like a f%ckwit
in the murderous undertow
fiendishly bled
fire engine red,
worshipful nippers?
lube & stow –
colors of necrotic pulp –
womp womp – woe –
Lightening lit
weeping tragic!
keeper of the flame?
Sorrows rave & gluttonous
piercing The Sublime,
struck a portal vein.
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