Draft For the Continuation of 'A Mad Poet Writing By Candle Light of All Nights'

WOULD YOU dance a fugue behind the outhouse / under the hands of beautiful things that bloom, Oh! upon sacred plains where shepherds go. That once i loved Jessica the Nun! Within her silk nun's habit i saw her pendulous breasts (i prayed to the cult of Virgins then) and stuck my tongue within her mouth for penance : God forgave the lesser angels as they are from a different order. The rest of them congregated as horny vampires and ate me while I held their heads below the Church Steeple. :: 02.20.2022 ::