winter in the wingspan


winter in the wingspan  ( fuck thirteen’s nasty weasel-demons & carry on )

autumn's squalls & balls are mortared

as the drawn at dawn are quartered

sodden is the rotten orchard

stinkin' as a binman

bollocks, hops the rabbit robin

at the rabid foxes gobbin'

yonder is a cabbage-goblin

pissin' in a tin can

as the truckin' psalms are hairy


phantom partridge in a pear tree

winter in the wingspan

til the muntered sun is dancing

& sunken badgers dancing

sing until the minted lamb spring

flutterings of flimflam



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