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Dunking Me Kippers
With the yarn of forgotten shadows
the spindle weaves wanton dreams
of pale bittered old memories
and gothic hardtack of squeaky boards
wailing a niggling twilight overbite
of lust for the hungering parasites
to scratch the mange of my flesh
of death in little finicky woods
pivoting the wax, of Dark's Inquisition
chanting, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow,"
while dunking me kippers.
the spindle weaves wanton dreams
of pale bittered old memories
and gothic hardtack of squeaky boards
wailing a niggling twilight overbite
of lust for the hungering parasites
to scratch the mange of my flesh
of death in little finicky woods
pivoting the wax, of Dark's Inquisition
chanting, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow,"
while dunking me kippers.
Published 7th May 2023
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7th May 2023 11:34pm
Nice peculiar, particular, specific yet graphic language. Captures a dark theme rather well. Even the course of the direction is dark, like entering a tomb. Has a distinct feel to it. Overall, good job!
8th May 2023 00:11am
