Friday, May 17, 2013

Stirrup-Spout Bottle Depicting a Dance of the Dead

And for this night
protracted fees
resuscitated
incendies

sullen enraptured
celebrations,
thriving sorrowful
lamentations

Reciting bygone
tranquilizations
chaotic license
station to station

enshrining sundry
historicities
in hedonistic
perpetuity.

*Probably shouldn't use some of these words ever again.

Probably will though.

They're good words.

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