Saturday, April 24, 2010

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Cyclops 330

Wise Peter, he goes the distance
Second of the king
The poisoned goat knocked over
Just for show but now the master comes forth
And demands a bauble to pass on this road
A steed, a king a fellow named traveler
Who keeps the castle keep well within him

The promise of burning wanting for mercy
Looks easy to the country where fellow dogs
Are paid in acid and fruit
Where the bagman takes out his eye
And checks into a hotel
Making a den
A party
A cry

A place of fasting
A place of instantaneous fraud

1 comment:

Bill Jaynes said...

You just keep blowing my mind with your work.