the Painstake

The shell permanents.
I live here. And hence
horror fins, coughing
up blood, apple pie,
making the terrible auspices
of milk solidified
that's bone caked open.

Coccoon of lead and
chocolate that is delicious
and very thick. If you
surreptitiously the coffers,
the coffers will detect
the entrance, fight back.
The favored aquifers resplendent

with liquid dignity, and
everything. Well of shadows
and a punch-clock. Diktat
of the lake in leather boots,
and freshwater scepter. If
You are gods created through
malfesence, Neil Gaiman

verisimilitude and
anxious lax sweat burnt,
there still is reciprocity
ascendant. Ossifier made
of water and of fire
you are as much
a game of 'wait for

something to happen' as
all else. What a shame for
the structuralizer.
Trading the faux fur in
and touching the steel dick.
The shell permanents,
your farcical chest-shape.

Experiment, see if
there is a finer painstake.

the Auspex

Adrenal Auspex, working
the ruddy hot from
the neck via collar back.

If water hadn't parted
it would part yet. Upon
entrance he desiccates

foliage, fauna is angry.
He anticipates excesses
and dearths of office.

He knows the
eternal nubbin,
catching often
on an edge, of
work for love. It
and he get on
well.

Strides cuttingly,
fissile frontis for
all that is visible.