"ditty"
my brushes in quebrith clean
my lines on barbed-wire foul
though epic i feel
i write always as clown
dance with the basalt phosphene
in the dancing-master’s cowl
broken the keel
& cruel is the tyrant’s frown
gather the fragrant latrine
nepenthe applied with a trowel
my brushes in quebrith clean
my lines on barbed-wire foul
If i had one of those i would absolutely make a card for every one of my books.
It was the kind of poem someone writes who has written many poems.
YOU MUST VISIT HELL TO SEEK THE MASONS OF YOUR FATE.
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