AppreCJ8n1 < Chirpy Dirges

           AppreCeejaytion

           For CJ, by Liarlyre Hornypeace

       '…Pandora and I indulged in extremely heavy petting; so heavy
       that I felt a weight fall from me.
           If I don't pass my exams it won't matter.
       I have known what it is to have the love of a good woman.'

                       Sue Townsend, The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole

       'The rod bends low, divining land,
       And through the sundered water crawls
       A garden holding to her hand
       With birds and animals'

Dylan Thomas, Ballad of the Long-legged Bait

(AppreCJ8n, 0.01: The Shit Bull)

There was a minotaurministry,

an outoftown eye's harmth o' viewful,

viewtafoul bonechina superstore

for bulkbreakage bulls.

It's a maze:

whose? Ownliason, onliest of all the one ways,

th'expiration of a lifeless passage

t'oak and silk grave

underoldground instead of overit, finally. Always

dismayed, cage of alwayses ragged as a poxy ox,

kensingtonyak i attacked for a sark,

loppy mosesstroked pantozie,

ta wear for the duration of a lifer's beserkness,

for burdensome overhanging dream of nobody's nabbedbody warmth.

By scooping proxy i woke withinits

without's outer, a carc tarp

for dreams of being an object leftforgot, abjectified in soiling rain:

liferlice's beserkness from the past-

ta-come. One couldn't refuse all of it incoming at once,

nor one 'once' refuse all ow it once at least.

Forwoe, ounce up on a lice,

the past that blowed blewin, additivesonthewind, habitcreep,

creepdrift.

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