Mr. hard-hat toys with fissures,
licks weeping vile drip-lets to
wax the stars blue.
Seraph's guiding needle
weaves in keen monofilimant,
razor-kites sniffle at scabbing noses.
Fortean mastoids unhinge viper-paws
ratchet longingly to speed,
reared ugly hounds set to slide their tongues
to probe for seashells.
Apollion dozes dreadfully
butter-wings trailing pollen streams
undulating asthma trying pigeons
from samples.
Attic drop lazy spirals stair,
creak-boarding Baphomet blazer
fur-railed to weep for woses.
Regretting, file bulges to step.
Author notes
I felt it time to try another freewrite. This one is much less comprehensible than the last, trading in only slightly less-that-predictable poetic angst for pseudo-spiritual meditative psychedelia. Should any other patterns arise, (as in, should any of you find a message or structure to this,) please let me know.
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