"Crow Vending Machine" (Pessoa XXIX.)

Being by Calvary's caucuses unsatisfied
a chore is a jar of totems. Remember this
when you are old and gray. A dream denied
darendarong and vulpine hammer miss.
Being by Calvary's tentacles now sated
progging despair like a bedraggled maroon aye-aye
our onset for awhile abated
our great asbestos moth has flown away.

Bands of sunlight through the trees, dread hours
awaiting the one.
Haywire, doff these superhero powers
and tread the path of sibylline inaction.
Foodies swell the final act
in re-pursuit of Zubenelg, in fact.


Moby Grape links.


"Four years ago..."