Blueblow a fuse against machineries of night
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Blueblow enraged machineries of light

for D.T., me and all the love has died

Blow blue confused and rage against
machineries of light of plastic pale
hypocrisies and hippocampic buckings
bombing back
despite the dying of delight
on the occasion of
forgiven and forget
me nots and
never
wills
it
still
stands now
all machinery it
rests and rusts all love
and long lost lust.

Oh ditty, pity me and love that's died
and dead.

And a tad dead.



Oh, are not glorious the times

when I try find the moon

with eyes a-blinkin'

cakewalking Celtic laissez-faire

and feel a sharp pain of surprise.

A Welsh lass has just buried down

her hatchet in my drunken back

sharp was the cut down fall

my song sprang into air.

;-)
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my cheers to the chronicler of Llareggub affairs and Burns who ken the moon and friends who hand me drinks of laughter and hot blooded my avalon so bright. G'night!
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well well my maiden fair, my applebright, promise me this; next time we negotiate peace, let's please not use the hatchet metaphor. ;-) calumet? what you say?
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Blueblow a fuse against machineries of night - by serge gurkski - 04-11-2013, 07:28 AM



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