Litania

I who have travelled all roads: between ironed moods and mother-sad jerks, I have of necessity turned in drooling findings, whorish puppets have fisted at once madness-trend, calculating loves!

I drag myself with swollen legs like a rude crutch: a native of drum-thought! The screams of the lousy dead could not be carried by the howling winds as I confess and judge! In my shamed and penniless ways, the worms of the cycle bite into the flesh, seeking to make a career for themselves! They will poke the urns of my ashes!

Ambiguous Silence yet in vain surrounds me today! I'm being insidiously dragged lower and lower by the insidious trenches of self-devouring self-devouring-tinuses! Even the gnawed bones of omnipotent bliss have been taken from me by the vultures of the repaying vultures! Between their teeth they have broken Cassandra's prophesies, all-weary Prophets! - Our train-tracked bodies, bound in a single thread of rail-our world, Shiver for the redeeming Death-whistles for the umpteenth time!

On the laws of wheels we would trust, if we could do our sawed skulls! In the halls of our eyes, charred pole-stars anchor in the midst of our holed souls! Ouch! All the air has escaped from our flask-life, emptied between two notes!

Kiss-bearing confessions of endearment have clothed our lips, and from our stripped selves no longer can our babbled Dearest All-ness shelter us! Our feet too have been made strangers, that we might find the keys of our hearts! - On our toad-throne, the hypocritical lurkers are already preparing, lurking!