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
balk and line
with the subdivine.
Timeless
borderless
singing in the fire
dangling off
Doge's bridge of sighs -
Jump jump
to channel below -
Ah, to be caught
in your mouth, fishing
for a waterfall.
Weep-ably she moans
waiting beside the phone
where your tire
hit a 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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