(via carol-kara-dnvers on tumblr)
pocket repaired with safety pins, leisure TILLED
ss if an ICEAGE
instead of
Necronomicon for a LECTOR
but i have no sense of fear,
any more than the wizard of LATVIA
thinking about the fallen
this clouds the good manners of an EGOIST
Graywyvern
his rank would DERATE
SEAMY
landscapes · EERIE
absence of ARENA
in our minds these are the MINOR
plague YEARS
time to check out all our virtual CARTS,
a million species come to say ALOHA
time to find out whether our republic
has morphed into a harsher show, more ROYAL
whatever we thought we were doing comes to grief
among mere slaughters, as the permafrost THAWS
Graywyvern thinks it's time? it isn't time,
the calaveras chant, amidst swift SALSA
in a savage YEAR
scant dinero, EURO;
fenced-off AREA
fellowship of the ROAD
with quicksilver VIER
a brush seldom IDLE
learn the ropes or ELSE
this last turquoise of REEF
swimmingpool feed HOSE
hail to the chief ORCA
mind lays scar on SCAR
invests with Wyndham EARL
some tower-set BASH
calavera's HAHA
chemical ACNE
throttles the ARIA
lingers the ARIA
though now add a SIGH
hole in ground i BLAB
divest of Trojan LICE
the best it's ever BEEN
hyphen for a DASH
someone else's SINS
will come to try this HASP
(via @jeffreyford8)
Gyron, two-wheel car of the future.
the sky full of arrayed flying HAFTS
halcyon · with a purely notional AZURE
rounds of tsantsa golf
call it FUGUE
whatever seems to happen
those fiery fountains of noise will TRUMP
from the real future
Graywyvern with his crimson messenger SEEPS
