The Martyr Of Corvids

Wizend'n wiry talon shot-out from the steel grill, while still 'er feelers seen of neither 
High nor hide beyond the drive-ah careless antics hitting light. 
Basquiat's left wing now seared, and right more clipped than cleared.
Her cries were heard for maybe miles, and so encircled we.
And while stately in our manner cawed for her thorn, tore-(she-not) to life lorn.
No, no lifelong limp-
No, death was which she now to bore.

But whilst we wait, spied I a knife
Made for a ringing hammer'strike
So glanced and down I graced, 
and tied one wire-knife'side to chain,
the gate which had'n opened, why, since
My mother's father's mother's salad days.
There came from one or oth'er both
Spark without a shine, created and cascade,
Like dirt had birthed-up blood, and
Earthen dandruff rained.
I grasped raspacious yanks, to stain the lot-
 -by checking taught,
A knot refrain.
A barren lot of strain, and out-stick tongue,
Inflectious in its pain.
For did I then what thought I must, began a slicing,
bloom of muscle, rose of rust.

Divining rod of stream of sound, 
Confucius rock on tempered ground.
From tempest filtered serpent, sung
by drowsing dod of clicking tongue.
Aye, then it was, I stung- out "Ahh's",
Felt so at odd's welcomed me home.
'ead lost-not-screwed, through thoughts pursued
Yet up I flew, unspooling light,
Waxed white noise grew into a U,
What thoughts accrued soon burst outright!
Basque I, in mountain sine,
to Her I curve a dancing slight.
Drops cragged beyond my exposed nerve,
Earth's kitchen floor cascades vein wine.
Straining mouths lift-up from spaniels,
Spraining mad-dogs dive on ices.
Splitting skiff 'fore head strung spirals
Something-seeking, certain, safe. 
Toward vice, this now which cause a cawing,
Coup d'état from egoera,
Will to flower, bee to spring,
Languish from loose licking lathe.

"Hark, thy!", spit freely, "or thee, oh well.
Engendered, seethe for your freezing hell.
Sit-well, iron curtains, I'll tie thee knots,
Then dye yer hands, encuffed in
Red link blots."

Incurred something chiral, a lurch hurdled spiral
And turned my beak gushing, to burned on the sidewall.
Cauterize kraken to dualular fate.

Splint-out a siren
Cries of forgotten
Twelve feet below them
Teal, when I saw them.
Tall, when I saw them;
Forming consonant
Folding overseæ,
Tides made of whispers
Fine as your dowry.
Fine as the hair breathes
Leaves room the moonlight
Root weed, a hewn blight
Wake's storm, a torn tithe.

And deftly thrown-down thunder sung of a storm
Of talons, of tentacles, gods, grills, and ram.
For moments in lockstep, each sucker gave-torn
To the borning of metals,
Dei-tan forlorn.

For now from maw mine emerged a spine,
Its tendrils a-spindrift to unfurl a pen,
"Imprison, thee nusiance! Caste onto a rock!
Mesh-liver made meal by the cause heard you not!
For strategy circle we curved you this play,
but have I eight upper-hands to turn you away.
With scalar and feather to show you were wrong:
'Twas left-turn, and left-turn, and lefts all along.
And you drained through your lifetime,
Your purpose eschewed,
For your aim was a straight line
To paying your dues!"

And in my throat now recurred turniquet plooms, for
Healing a future growth, bound to resume.
Three lungs appeared, dog-eared by fate,
Waiting outside of time, stepping-in late.
It scraped this foul meter from bottom of shoe;
'twas bound to resume, bound to ensue!

In ruling, like drooling, it unspooled a ghast,
Through gnashing formed gospel, a gnostic cote mast...
The mass lay in fowlery, our brood placed in high-beams.
"Preen-loose rubber sinew, sunbolt with thy casque!"
Blast ten-thousand past 42 even,
Colt trace from skylace, lasso unleaven'd.
Also whisked faster from blast sent to ear,
A pulling, a piercing, a fierce right to fear.
"Front to rear
Clear no claws,
Whilst pulling loose
Barely pause."

TASTE THE LAW, TASTE THE LAW
TASTE THE LAW, TASTE THE LAW!

"Taste the maw, crumble date!
Turn the lucid few, the ate!
Waste, not want.
Race the dawn
of the lease-fed
Cross the fleetlænd.
Grease to gawn-hum
See't to it
Leid to only
Place we hid.
Freak the foundry,
Maggot hold.
Blister bowery,
Baste the old.
Taste no shaw, nor king therein.
Think too loosely, lucid wed.
Weed energy, spruce see dead,
Course the air-stream, theremin."

Triple double, toil and trouble
Soapy dribble, fib-'o-bubble.
Splinter surface, asphalt rubble
As earth goads a mirthful rumble.
Wakens words, they stir in mind
Strung with dew-drops, web of lines
Intended not, no never sent
From heir of beak to affluent.
I stood, not soothed, wound back-frame of mind
Wooed-not, enthused the wound in my bind.
So side-by-side in tune-est of lies,
"I sought a truth, a rhyme as a tooth,
a fife as a tool, a spool from a knife,
a life as a proof, a youth
As good as caught in the grill of a car:
A friend with emblem, point toward end of heart,"

Start, shedding, I fret
Pluck straight as a bar
Through apple I fed
Squeal ate in the mar
A nessie-bright fake
Rate faded by eyre
A taste of your iron
A low breeze felt eye
Really wanted to say
But saying felt hard
I drowned it, a way
For taste of my czar
And waste not the pacing
Built place for the dire
A fire hearth chasing
Burnt black to a squire-

Turn back to the pyre
I prized long with it
"Regalo de tare-ja ja, aquí sien!"
From silently siren'd
Some thyme bought with coal,
Some quiet respiring
Of shield-shattered foal.
I field I could sew
Know dreams that I'd sealed
Ream stoma by bole-
A feeling I should.
But cancerous growth
Turned vulturing genes
Toll bonemeal to bloat
By self-feeding demes
No-more dreams dear Basquiat
And never in want
Will wake she achieve
So sheave endosymbiont-

Sleave-pull, the Furies' equal,
Dauphin cathedral, the extoll weaves stole
But in my wind faith,
The path that I take
A lake blood could fill
Exorcise my will.
To will that rage placed,
The mirror I shant face,
The age on my cheek
Might seek to betray
A loss of clear voice,
Clairvoyant field ghost.
Inmost a free choice
Drowns in this lead host.
Hostel of my home,
Empire of my bones
Might they could leave though?
But pleading breeds null!
-then suddenly, sudden as backwards a tick
A treacle-lent gauzing through earth's shattered lip
For Gaia we nose, bit our thumbs, wrestled with
That the kindest of crows, off'ring odes, pearl n' twing
Seen as a fradulent fealty in light of new winds
Seen a rascalous growing through stoma, foreboding,
so only original trickster considers
a topical pacing to encase her blisters.
To silently space snares through shatter of body, 
Tug-in the gaudy with spackle slather, 
Gold-leaf the goose of doom
Take no moment, reconsider
Murder every-one in the room.

Her iris or "I" tighten blue into white,
Frightened stare, bloodshot sky,
Black-beak veins, catarice claps,
Meek flaps give streak-cracks
Like street-cred to knee-slaps.
Grow bread-line for beach boys
For berg burns like heat taps
For dearth turned of kohl-winged
When hurt stole the sat king.
Through curt fold. with bold fling
We dashed to the caramel heart
Which held pearl in every part
Resist we, who prized our best
The rest tracked, infested nest
Each next glob spurred growing crest
Burst glowing mess cross temple beams
Illuminate the nursery!
Then melt with stinking belch and screams
To piled gelatin, and beaks.

He throws a fiery flight to streaks
Who try escape, in ashes reek
Lick London fog, thick bloat-blot sheet
Their vapors swirl, entombed in me,
A vulture's feast, tule pools of meat,
So down I sink. So down we sink.
So down I sink.

So down I sink.

Complete the center, now Osiris
Pushing louder, crowd'er crevasse
Crown to smelted, smoulder'd Atlas
South Atlantic, work volcanic
Pipes with each turn,
Fern of mountains
Tickle-feet, I sneeze a fountain
Form a new range
From a world stage
Deeper than I'd possibly crave
Femur works now to dissuade doom
"For what remains, feather platoons
Eat the liver each day, poor fools
Don't forget what father told you
Forced to corner, simple sky shrew.
Use your beast, awake what I blew
Current guide, do what I tried to
I'll stay here, the weight of reign stacked
Taming till, we need not fall back
Wait the eons, one day attack
Crack the egg, arise with cackle
Crackling out across the fleetland
Battle ploy, pre-heat the greased pan
Seasoned choice, I'll stew from my crammed
Craggy rock well, swell to stem fir
Yearn the hurricanes to number
First to deerticks lurking wheatfield
Then I'll shake, and make the fates keel
Then I'll flood my blood to lakebeds
Nourished, child, drink from my head's
Open spire, grow thy black herds
Just remember each of my words.
Just remember each of my words.
Teach the lesson each, my sweet birds,
don't forget the feats of my works."

Don't forget me please, I plead her.
Don't forget please, Basquiat.
Please don't forget me.
Please.
  Please.
         Please.
  Please.    I'm sorry.
             Please...
                 Please.....
                       Please........