Written by Wina Emmanuel Lavensin
Manson lavender and frail subtle talks; Opium days
Yes: odds of drowning birds and sea monsters.
These eloquent sighs of breathless mummies: mystical Egypt
Four counts of blank assertions: two seeds of mustard and seats of masters.
Plumage plain, moods ham, lambert veils
These nameless sirs of iron and water wet poetic hippies.
Yes: yet doubtful, quiet scents of florescent bulbs with dark light.
Four counts of White assertions: two seeds of bustard brats race less rats.
These are none to be classed as words: this, only a tie of glamor: blissful drama.
Though unrhymed they tent the cloth with meaning: they breathe, it is life.
Serve these ladies with metaphors of blessing: These lilies as pale blue slippers no sandals.
Four counts of Dread assertions: two mystics in red clocks; tickly rooms.
Bold Man asserts: These tests are empty sticks
This he states: These lads won’t stand these tricks.