Radiant Dog on Doublecross, and I, By Night, a Raven Fly

Update! Gag Six

Old gag but true flag signaling to not post here again until it doesn't feel like (this post ) filler (is) but

operates on the same principal and with a high but not as high success rate as the Napoleon Emergency Alert System

and usually un-Evergreens my shitjams of utter fucklessness

but not as effective as this antibiotic the oral surgeon prescribed before and after hammering out a dead tooth and planting a dead man's bone in my mouth in which he embedded a peg (it will come back to you) is rzzzing my digestive system, burp, fine metaphors abound, that makes five old gags, I prescribe them for everything

Crash coming one way or other though I did reschedule the surgery for this week knowing two weeks ago the crash inevitable

RADIANT DOG

John Godfrey

Radiant dog on doublecross, and I,

by night, a raven fly. My fear

is that eternity has an alm

that is ordinary to ten thousand

and worn from my strings, my console

of limbs, and I a missing part.

It is the world that's new, not I,

and submarines can shoot the land

from the wheelbarrow of sickly pastorals.

Give me the swamp any day! or the huts

that pave the slave to freedom.

From a small cloud in my ears

the song has leapt the valley

curtained with snow, and for ascendant

harmony the gambler thumbs his cards.

Of all the queens one is a witch

whose curse is that she's held.

The horses roll the stone and trot

after their maturity sweepstakes.

This time the homeliest won't ride

my bet into hasty subtract glue.

The pieces fly and here I lie,

triangle of head and gut and thigh.

Put me on my mount, Tomahawk, and

past the river our cortege will dust

the heavy fur, and peasants' prayers

will touch the smell of holy cadaver.

I will have sun and manly rage,

and Mike Atlas will trim me up

to rip the bier from my brother's

hearse, and avenge me for my loss.

The gallows hurt! and for my scheme

I hang on the bridge's span

where my mother will trust my lips

with tears, the ones I send her now.