Caught a fish,
down your
wishing well pants
mining for body parts,
treasures
of the tameless.
Holy hellions,
alighting alighting
dynamiting.
Skully wags
and skidmarks -
vitals thresh
and gloom.
Restless masks
of Venus rally,
balk and line
with the subdivine.
Timeless borderless
my damnation alley!
Singing in the fire -
dangling off
Doge's bridge of sighs
jump jump
to channels below -
Ah, to be caught
in your mouth, fishing
for a waterfall.
Weep-ably she moans
honed into, atones
beside the phone
where your tire
hit the tree.
Stygian blue
both dark and true
bubbling
doubling
out at sea.
Singing in The Fire
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rattling nice spot to read
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