"Lollard's share"
grayblue corridor growing
thrusts away wispiness
grip this word
this drive through dreary suburbs
this coverage of cataclysmic
droog contention
is there a picture paired
to my formal cark-flurry
pass me flying
pass the Lady of the Lake
as she waits her shipwreck,
a Lollard his share
"All with the intention to sort of mentor a bespoke poetic alter ego."
"The eyes are mine shafts, and dripping they lead down to the mind
whose diamonds tip our heaven-drills."
--Amit Majmudar
The Dallas Cricket Apocalypse.
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