Tuesday

The more I think of this business the less I see how it can be done.
What do you think death really is? Change of trains, or a black-out, eh?
It is only when we reach the rarefied air of high theology that this particular intellectual black-out occurs.


Tea, madam! I saw none. Ash leaves and black-thorn leaves were brought in.
Pray blackthorn-winter's dawn may rediscover us, charged with democratic sympathies.


That night I struggled out in the slithery rainy darkness to dine up in Highgate.
The arctic winter and black-out of my dreams.


Many of the heritors consider me a black-head.
I steer through the blackness for a lump of greater blackness.


This project so blasted with perjury.
This, wrote Byron, the millennium of the black letter—


You begin to see what are the black spots, that is to say, where accidents do in fact happen.
He went and stood before the fire and looked blackly at a print against the wall before his face.

2 comments:

Knight Court Lee said...

Feel over, war fog,
Mole hide out-
Digs up smacky
Gender rolls
With the stalion.

Autumn garage sale:
Death petal in fishbath.

Anti-Disgenics said...

nations libraries
have all finished cute displays
for the banned book month