And onto Picknickmagick

And onto PickNickMagick

Spring songs

Your tongue tasted of snow

Summer hare skip

Your traced mazed alone, the Teller

The blue-bells toll for skull

Crown queen of pearled worlds

The train delayed by snow

Or children's tricks on the god shelves

Nipped into night to taste

The lust of doves

And the singing twins

And with a white pen on black wood

Vanish slit galaxies

And yellow sundials

And cropped spectres all

Marching in time and crunch

On their souls and clap their fame

Into porpoise rain

My mother is sewn in the new insert

The blues are dream dead and

Spin like false clouds under the Dreamclock tick-tock

Spanning steel and baby's howl

When pierced through her full, beautiful heart in a crown of bay

And laurel arches

King Moon, come to my house

And aid my breath

Community is moving into smoke

And stars going 'round and lost

Crowns from her head

In the beauty you fumed

Anyway, I am as friendless as Caesars

Now as then, the drunken enclave

Has been night and crowls out into the spaces

That she left me, moths and beautiful dust

On the wings and on the petals

If I have some advice for the teens

Spell "Fuck prophecy" and

Though their codes doze on

Their signature's in your soul

The book is hooked into your heart

From that breath into birth that caused your all

That dawn that formed you

And the crux that scorned you

And so much for Akkadian grammar and spelling

Singing the last wedge after ישו

The bray of dogs, the crow song over

The black ringers

The hobby horse, dead with their slip name

And the bright cats nosing into the picknick quilt

Shake that into your bread

And write it in heaven with my name