14n21 ( 12n41 )

once upon a mellotron
twisting winter’s melons

when the penny droplets
turn on a sixth sense

seven heads for hekate
khroncile the khaos

yes, the internet’s a shill
& not your long lost uncle

living in a bolted holt
but otter than that

sing a song of owls abound
& gravy boats in navies

then the west is easternmost
so the south is norther

or a distant parsnip
parping on the wind

while the future’s tuesday
with a wolfish huff

as a goblin howls
in the cavern’s bowels

blow another candle
on your hamster’s birthday cake

see the bronze age barrow boy
sleeping like the cloisters