Terror Fabulous - Themselves

Of recent events

Certain things have come to light

John Wolf you are no Robin

The way I play

Boy and the dark bag

For my belongings

And for the dark bag shines

A modest proposal on bones

Elapsing towards a running mirror’s

Open mouth

Or at the swallowed

Black version of a hotelroom

Bent inside the off trap

Of it’s bowed out T.V. screen…

The bag allows

Animates again

And extracts its silvered still

This time

A kicked over cactus

Full with

Raven’s eggs, dried bees

And a cherry on top

Backed by gray sky

And ball pit stretching

Off into the distance

It has become dead cat clear

I strap no gat

To bring the sun back

Casting hats with all my heart at gravity

Its become muscle cat clear

A staunch near to the knuckle

Today i caught the mirror stalling

It cast me with a blurr face

Like that of suspects

Being led in custody to questioning

Will you constantly ring

A small gold bell with the pulled blade

Of a tea spoon for the rest of your life

Even from the pretty pith of your turned around eye

I think one ears gone rotten

And the other’s clogged with your spilt seed and

Loosed marrow in a crust

Caught

On occasion cold eyed

Selling discs to the squares

Putout and mirror only

While the tree’s ring

Reading off pills

While the sun runs fauna

To the all time tic of 100 million years in insect kingdom

Over and mirror only

While the trees ring