Ken Martin Poet Free verse

The 100 year cold fall act V

Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold." 

Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts. 

The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?" 

Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire." 

Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren." 

Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."

Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"  

(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend." 

---End of act V---

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