tentacles curbed, these days
a throb now & then ninja
in the cool pale cobalt
occasion brim dab brimstone
always from old buildings
only stand in mind's boneyard
meanwhile turns of morning
to miss or take plain trystthrift
ghosts that tread the gilded
gonzo pavement past saving
Sewing machine tables at the Singer pub, Ceske Budejovice.
"Constrained poetry = encrypted orations.
#anagram" —@anthonyetherin.bsky.social


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