shining like shit at shelford by Leviticus

among the wilderness of the sojourners, infidels
smited by the resting lands of our homes
in far away places, not once but seven by seven
and certainly put to death, as the altar blood drips

a falling leaf (its behind you) on barren brass lands
scares the living shit out of us, who did turn our faces away
from Him, who delivered us from Egypt....

our hearts failed us at last as promised
the brass.

pre-still my bumpered friend

sharks teeth might spoil the tightness of babyskin in a pre drowned nursery bath

listening to this devilish heavenly ambulance

could push him this way or that

daily, anyone might turn or walk on.....

not to be too soaked looks like the safe money

but bores, so I drive drunk to tesco's grocery stores

and I am banana

in a vat.