Elephant on Wheels

After an era, One fine day I at last Composed the true milk Of my greatest, Most imposing toil, The one final yarn, Short the uproar, Short the activist, Short the insignias, Short the anarchy of ambition, And the tremors of self, While my bowel moved. What remained of the empire worshiped me then, And … Continue reading Elephant on Wheels

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Last I Heard, He Found Jesus

Wonderful evil smiled in the wreathe-framed picture on a tripod next to the holy water, And the sun was partly on his brow and beard, his master eulogy was a song of waterworks and a choral piece from the admirers of death.