Aug 12, 20070
Drunkship of Lanterns
You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there (spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spite as an arrow) Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home Afloat with engines ...














