Sunday, June 3, 2012

-Rockland Étude- 
It was HOWL last night
Last night for the last time again. Its Footnote
Mantra claiming by fifteen times its singular worth.   
Avatar to the exiled mind of poor, 
Poor Solomon keyed therein. Young-  
Timers passing time spinning time.
Committed exalters, chain-breaking the type-    
Writer latitudes— hyped
At the snort of india-fume— Then HOWL's blood-
Testament.
The nightmare drowned poor Solomon in its ink;      
Two souls 
Keyed-in and peeling  
Back the architecture of the corneas of the other.   
                                                      Fall River / 2010











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