Pictograph: Vir Inluster
2008
Welcome to the Synode of Argyll,
this is the episode of edicts.
Now swallow all Chlorophyll,
and hope to find the Picts:
Lintels of turquoise eyes
that always keep in the shade
they acclamate my disguise
the one the badger made
Taste my instigation
we share favourite lexemes
I cant stop this conjugation
of my will, never matching schemes:
Scones and tender boys
in tongues of aspic and ash
shall fill Armorica with joys
of vernacular strum and clash!
My pulse is speeding my age
when you smile me an Easter egg
when you come closer to my cage
I pile up another beasty drag
You picture my discussion,
copy with zoom when I faint.
Excuse my fake concussion,
while I swallow leaves and paint.
Illuminate me this horizon
wish me luck now, Visigoth!
But vicissitude is on the rising
to chuck up my gnawing betrothed.
