Yeshua has died, an old man with tangled nose hairs
and rotten teeth. I place two of Caesar's denarii on
his eyes, to blind his death-stare. Soon, in this Ionian
island's fierce heat, his body will release the first
odors of its corruption. from Sequel on Skorpiós
by Michael Bishop
In the towering hymnails of Narnia, the great lion is chow,
refuge and abattoir for the many neumes of the sage-green
Axismael, Ismail Ax, male or plate mail, the first person-
shooter has left the grid. Dumb avatars buy dum-dums from dodo.
The Goat Ranchers all wear rubber Jesus Masks, are all clones
of the Ismaili Hassan-I-Sabbah, my friend is a baby goat, a baby
tragedy, just not rooting in the entrails of a giant Albino Gorilla Whale
for some little Jonah playing video games on the toenails of corpses.
"Traces of Ishmael's Axe body-spray on the scarred trunks of the cedar trees"
Japans unt Germins send some AxisMail to Moby-Gorilla-Dick-Jesus-Christ
saying a medical bookstore, a medical bookstore, along the gentle hecg,
where frail chiasmus bloom, such sums and dotters as the mist inheld, a
breath, or was it doubt that many of the robots had also malfunctioned.
Roses are red, violence is blue, perhaps, perhaps, there are more
Ramana Maharshi in the universe than you have dreamed of
in the towering hymnails of Narnianow your stories supple the
caw of the voodoo lily, blunt the song of devil's club,
pa ta phy sics de noue ment cor alch oral ode lithicorpheus
Rod Asclepius' hot rod show down sundown deformatavita
may. Jesus is both Apollo and Dionysius and a Cereal Box.
The peace of the broom bush be upon Yew. Cloud term nexus.
