"Amayxoya"

Torpid Sunday, aorta
Hardly glubs, polka

Of doom, ghost brinksmanship fails, a katydid
Squats as osmium in anagram

Gray raga
An aroma of Satan

Contagious Christians
Carry, crisply stars unfurl within basalt

Sorrowing;
And i find my only lackwit sky

A story without skuas
Flashing, and i look up in vain for a cloud.