Dirigible Fug
Coppertast chuckin pennies down gulltown way
tastin mouth as he swallows rusty pieces,
Errionz doinit.
Loncoli’s lie, oathghost to ghostoath.
Sworn knight,
swaddling clothe crusader,
across disease
across doublespeak
the ghostoath solemnity…
oathghost, frowning.
Puzzler’s tast, copperas.
Loncoli vexi.
…
Coppertast editorial:
SLANDER IN GULLTOWN!
CHOKEHOLD KRAKENLY CAPITALISTS
Hereon, Loncoli’s lie is shattert and red cross
bleeds. So the barons construct a dirigible.
Gulltown diarists collude by the sea,
in the briney foamtongue.
At the mouth of Adriate,
their daggertongues concoct
a concordat for the folk.
(2012)
