Thursday, 24 November 2011

Auto Sphinx

The scent, soggy,
The breath, moggy;
The chicken wing lamb,
On this train again.

Sits nothing like Buddha,
Legs splay Lynx spray gargoyle sutra.

Gnarl, gnarl, gnarl..

Masticating machete swiller,
The factory farm chemicals - with added poultry for seasoning,
Discover another toxic waste toothpaste dump to unspool into.
A decaying Sphinx.
A beached whale waiting to happen.
Poor kid -
A kite to blow away.
The lighthouse a night shade.