let us go then you and Iwhen the evening has wretchedly passed and diedlike cremations sanctified far gone unstablelet us so through curtained half-perverted sweetsthe guttering defeatsof restless frights in some mired deep moorfellsand rawrust festerhaunts of cloistered hellsreeks that wallow like a tedious cerementof perfidious descentto bleed you to an overwhelming vestigeso strew rot fast exquisitefetid foes forsake our visit
in the tomb imprisoned numbing woedrowning in sickly sterile glow
the yellow hag that rubs and hacks upon the cinder stainsthe sallow choke that rubs its frazzle on the cindered plainsflicked its dung into the corner of the eveningfingered upon the drools that crammed in brainslet crawl upon its flack the soot that mauls from chimneysstripped by the terror made a sudden creepand seeing that it was a soft allover blightlurked once about the louse and fell asleep
and in need there fill me slimefor the fallow croak that hides among the sleepslobbering its sack upon the widowed lanesthere will sublime there still free grimeto beware a face to grieve the faces that you streakthere will be rhyme to murder and cremateand time for all the lurking and crazed handsthat rip and chop a question reprobatetime for ruined time for teaand time set for a hundred drunken missionsand for omissions and incisionsbefore the waking of a ghastly glee
in the bloom of poison running slowstinking of rotted stillborn woe
and to bleed there will alignto blunder in the snare all unawaretime to burn wrecked and distend the glarewith a cold rot in the middle of nightmarethey will flay now his lair is growling grimmy crawling bloat my collar flaunting firmly to the dinmy wrecktide ditch immodest but averted by a grimhold whimthey will say but now his harms and dregs are thindo I scareunnerve the universein a minute dare malignpoor derisions and omissions which a minute will perverse
for I have known them crawl already known them pallI have pleasured out my strife with toffee loonsmy low rejoices crying with a lying mollbeneath the music from a faltered tombso how should I perfume
and I have known the lies all ready shown them fallthe dying wisps you in a perpetrated blazeand when I am intimated crawling in a dinwhen I am skinned and wriggling on a scaldthen how should I againcesspit spout all the rottings of my craze betrayedand whom should I exhume
and I have sown the worms already sown them allalarms as braceleted as blighted barebut in the dampbright drowned with light bewareis it perfume in distressthat rakes me in a jestarms that die along a sable or wrap about a brawland shattered I assumeallow should I again
shall I say I have gone in lust through harrowed heatand watched the smoked disguises from the ripeold stony fens and dirt sieves heaving out their fingersI should have preened a lair of jagged flawsscattering across a score of violent frieze
and the afterdoom the evening weeps so peacefullybruised by wronged singersin deep fire or it malingersstretched on fever fear astride you and meshould I after pleas and wakes in viseshave the strength to scorch the torment it enticesbut so I have lacerated wept and strayedso I have seen my dead born lightly sold bought in upon a platterI am to scoff it and fear no fate scatterI have seen the ferment of my lateness sickenand I have seen the infernal sootman scold my fetid shitterand athwart I was decayed
and would it have been worth its slandered scrawlafter the ruptured splattered blade the teaamong the forced chagrin among some mock of sympathywould it have been worth vileto have smitten off disaster with a guileto have freezed the universe into a fallto maul it toward some errorbent confectionto say I am hazardous stunned from and bledsome hack to fell you all I shall quell you allif one peddling a willow by her deadshould say that is not what I rent at allthat is rotted at all
and would it have been scorched split after allwould it have been worth bileafter the dungbeds and the gorewards and the strangled sheetsafter the hovels after the seared slumps after the skirts that stale along the corpseand bliss and so clutch moreit is impossibly decayed lust glut I meanbut as if a tragic phantom skewed unnerved scattered and uncleanwould it have been servileif one throttling a pillow or throwing off fuck alland lurching toward the wind’s low should saythat is rotted in gallthat is rot repellent at all
no I am not inched famine nor was meant to beam an offender bored one that will doto kill and regress lard between the twodespise and wince no doubt a sleazy foolexponential glad to be abusedlunatic noxious and meticulousfull of dire penance and fit for a nooseat crimes in need alllost ridiculousalmost a shining null
I sow mold I sow moldI shall swear the rotting of my trousers soiledshall I scar my snare begrimed do I dare to reek of bleachI shall wear night flagrant trousers and suck upon a leechI have murdered swordblades singing each to each
I too rotsink and they will swing at me
I have seen their dying boneyards on the wavesscorning the nightmare of the graves foam blackwhen the wind blows the slaughter kite and cracked
we have mingled in the cinders of the seaby sea-girls wrecked with seaweed leaden crownedwith tumid voice forsake us as we drown
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