"Darfur"

At story's ostrich stilb
Following crisp hyacinth ask
Following as story's crisp rim
Across shadowy isthmus storms

Silk clasping abort
Of following slow slags
So twinkling rich and against
Scoriac bricks

Wisp is spawn which ryotwar
Ransoms ichor with snail stun
Wharf



"I think it's a good time for music when it's a good time for shoes." --Tom Waits


"Hubert. It is a fearful and tempestuous time,
The concave firmament, the angel's bridge
O'er the world's day and night, is visibly
Bowed down and bent beneath its load of thunder,
And through the fiery fissures of the clouds
Glistens the warfare of armed elements,
Bellowing defiance in earth's stunned ear,
And setting midnight on the throne of day.

Huntsman. The roar has ceased; the hush of intercalm
Numbs with its leaden finger Echo's lips,
And angry spirits in mid havoc pause,
Premeditating ruin in their silence."

--Th* Brid*s' Trag*dy