An Ode to No One

Still, mischievous youth

with its concealed machines,

stellar mechanisms

of mean ink and tongues.

Reduced to abstraction to

racing snakes

rancour and disease

still, mischievous youth,

the massive tangent

on evergreen tales and monumental lapses,

flanked with rage like sideburn agony

the sugar sphinx of pop and piss!



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