Our Sultan's Sou-Bought Pig Nomad eyes wore ninety Parisian skins, prettyOur Sultan's Sou-Bought Pig by ~HerrheRR
as the tursaansydän fish in six paisley, caesarean
pelican stomachs: homes in charnel aquarius
shanties shook gypsy toes, en pointe, with butcher
biwas, omis with scow shows and leeward wolf
skulls on the cyan insect quicksand ceiling,
dangling from the bazaar rickshaw like vampire
violinists' viscera off a rubber neck ribcage,
a bohemian solidus bustle shop with worms
up by child circles. Our sultan's sou-bought pig
shawl, swamped by gewgaws and ersatz opals,
wore like pity pence to red-faced corridas;
those mouths of cactus tongues for desert hums
found drafts, salt, slavery--a
Oneiric Gargoyles Fabric vessels incubate outside suicide soireesOneiric Gargoyles by ~HerrheRR
for ancient bar maidens, with onion-pickin' fingers,
who take away my dysmorphia, allay horny harmonium
opiates--opened out like dirty surgery solvents,
black keys pounded to match the thirty round,
gapped teeth: slivers of slithered lisp threnodies
hatch egg hisses in my waning crescent crevice.
Gigolos bamboozle the hullabaloo to gargoyle
lubrication, consume penis-pastry-patrons
shaped of mushroom carousels, a circumcised
demigod circus, swallowing swords and serpents:
let's watch those ghost throats join the cult of fine
cutlery. Baggage on film lips--swims of fish-fur
coats wit
Sta.sh
Spring Fever 
I tried, but no.
