Even this shall pass
away, for it is in
time.
Always in time for the first battle
bullrun bottle battle butt.
But if
tomorrow isn’t
then
how today?
Notice we ask naught
why.
Why, it is easy if you know how.
How! Paleface speak
with forked tongue
forked flocked fucked folked
tongue the larder of bees
and the sons of bees.
Go, delicately seize the seas
without touching the see-weed.
Part the salt from the water
and take your choice
your choice your choicest
morsels feed the dogs
dogging our footsteps
fall
Lucifer-like.
We go our separate ways.
I bid you grace and beauty.
You must pay
your own
fare
well.