SEVENTH SEAL
Gauntface or madshadow tell
me what the world is? I know
years at the Sat. Mat.
Injuns come
triggerspring
lovespurned.
The tears of Kings
are glycerine. With salt I
salute them.
The curly shirlies
taught us the innocent bit
Stars in the screenlit
eyes flickered, wanderers
rode westering, broad as a
barndoor and dumb
with virtue;
oh, how we watched
horsekiss the cassidy come
to THE (sunset) END till they
forced us unhatched
pupas into the white
bitter late Saturday light.
Gauntface or madshadow tell
me what the world is? I know
years at the Sat. Mat.
Injuns come
triggerspring
lovespurned.
The tears of Kings
are glycerine. With salt I
salute them.
The curly shirlies
taught us the innocent bit
Stars in the screenlit
eyes flickered, wanderers
rode westering, broad as a
barndoor and dumb
with virtue;
oh, how we watched
horsekiss the cassidy come
to THE (sunset) END till they
forced us unhatched
pupas into the white
bitter late Saturday light.