Wednesday, December 27, 2017

PILTDOWN LUCY AND THE SOCIETY OF THE ROSY CROSS

The warm climate design and energy philosophies
tick slowly in the silence unto their planned house
the frostbitten folk of great fall dimensions swirl
snow, split-rail pines sag lordly
ermine capes krack hem around the mountain country fart
the sky fills with the grey cotton wipe to feed
and the smell is as palpable as simmerin cattle
whip cream mysteries of ecstatic religious experience
cold blueberry soup
one tablespoon pinch of salt
sugar

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