The Sub-Category of Hoaxing Ghost Words
Heart & rat, severed brethren gone straight to hell
& back for a lousy split of the gate & free drinks.
We have left our songs in the sun, revel accordingly,
Refuse to be left behind; neither can we lead
Seated, as we are, in this ashtray, steeped
In lump & whisk, trump & hulk, lush & guzzle.
A moth-eaten minuet hands itself to a southerly
Breeze, held in check by the god of the melee
& she-monsters that haunt the night. The jamboree
Arrived in town at sundown’s ashen light …
Pilgrims of the apocalypse bed down for the night
In the intemerate sheen of a baleful
Silver moon, rescued from itself by a red dog
That was to act as a guide on this semi-infinite journey.about the author