deboned the scaly scythe.

at woman's body's pearly gates
voluptuous electric shock
(loop to end all loops
noose to end lassooing)
luckily deep in love
and deeply luck
in the pearly age, the pearly, pearly evening.

But if grief were rose and turquoise

tranquillity-gas-mask.

he disappeared into complete silence

bourgeois

canned angels.

when opened, the tins smelled of fish.

finding ways to double the shelf life of tinned angels.