Poems from The Journey to Kailash IV
Mike Allen / April 21st, 2011 / 6 Comments »Bacchanal he traded his robe for a lab coat its filthy tail sweeps through oil-sheened mud flaps with back alley lurch spine hunched in huddled conspiracy hooves split bleeding a black bile wine reeled everywhere on the tainted ley lines blind husk heeds the
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