Thursday, February 4, 2010
ANKLED ACIDIC MIRE
A burgeoning sheep's fescue. Burning salt in ash heap. Present hands to be struck, or struck barren. A flossing under fingernails.
Molk newborns lined against Tanit's ribcage, ten can fit neatly in Baal Hammon's ear. And enough bone to lay a bridge.
Winnows with a sieve, pull out punctured clove. Bitumen from a dying sea packed down into the hole of the raw jaw.
Hung in honey, waiting on a wall that wails. Bees found their way through navel first.
Fortify, be deep, a copious water.
Denied laughing while inbred Moabite washed feet. Takes widows ox for a pledge.
Horn in well.
The swell in an unlined hip, can sew a liar's hand to his torso. Covered by cloth during forced pilgrimage, bled through, given away.
Steer in a dyed shore of brambles, fraught with a jerk that will cauterize down to breath.