The biscuit of the night,
Coffee spoons to sprinkle the seconds,
Tea spoons to stir the hours,
Ladles to bring forth the broth of life,
My cup over floweth,
Underflyeth, under achieve,
Plain planes plane splinters from the sky's,
Over estimate, ne’er do well,
Pussy in the well or up the chimney
Stacked high to the roof,
Tops and breasts,
Sweep all before,
Dark soul faceless manboy
Watch for the Claus in there!
Lucky the man who cross feline
Spitting balls of fury ,
Black irate cat kitten fluff
Drop fall dead
Men don’t wear plaid
Starched collars for the morn
Mourn the days bygone
Wallow in the squalor
Mine town
Empty pit.
MUDCROW
MAY23 1999
