Church-jackals, church-mice, pious pillars, choir-urchins, and other sundry minions all all still chafing at the chapel (as if caught in some medieval time warp;)
Below the hopeful street-lights by the pleasantly appointed hospital, we see Mars and Venus twinkling as if it were "The same great lord in everything" (- "the Baghagavita")
Lately,I've just been doling out time in a dilapidation daze, dancing with angels of decay carried by the gentle breeze, a decorous hook tied to a feed-back loop
the night fever burns like a molten Nintendo still churning pictures broken vessicles endless like windows in a sky-scraper forehead another E.R.: another poke, prod, snub, sneer,
Unschooled blue cat's eyes illumine the book-windowed human heart study Ivory drag-flies: Sakura hover above the green human pond Shelf-employed pictures of perseverance, the rats