Pubescent pairs of rosy pointes
assay arrival and exeunt
and drone their nothing on the beams
like guttered soldiers in racemes.
A tarnished horseshoe walls its grimace,
a chastising maternal poultice,
and hearkens what we’ve told the bees
of bogey freights and kismet’s fees.
There can be no blame on liquor
for cochlea and silica.
If a yew dies in the ossuary
the culprit can’t be irony.
An Englishman’s home is his bushel.
All superstitions need a bottle.
Ask the cream of Lambeth poison
how many bricks comprise a denizen.
The capacity for credulity and cunning.
It’s here. The clergyman’s hansom.
The driver keeps the meter running.
Mortuis nil nisi bonum.
assay arrival and exeunt
and drone their nothing on the beams
like guttered soldiers in racemes.
A tarnished horseshoe walls its grimace,
a chastising maternal poultice,
and hearkens what we’ve told the bees
of bogey freights and kismet’s fees.
There can be no blame on liquor
for cochlea and silica.
If a yew dies in the ossuary
the culprit can’t be irony.
An Englishman’s home is his bushel.
All superstitions need a bottle.
Ask the cream of Lambeth poison
how many bricks comprise a denizen.
The capacity for credulity and cunning.
It’s here. The clergyman’s hansom.
The driver keeps the meter running.
Mortuis nil nisi bonum.