Fairie kin, mumbled understandings
sometimes those whose ways are not clear
Are they ones who satisfy?
Perhaps not
and Ones may take what they Will ,
the croaking bull frog with one good eye,
Sometimes skips and mostly plops

Pulsating throats and dissolving mewls,
They skitter
like stones skipping the glassy lake.
She comes in swampy drifts  
then glows with eructating fevers
whose Hand is the one beating?

I always wanted to tie up
and make stretched
Drawn and quartered,
          riven and spitted
some cooking helps
High heat
          sautéed slivers
and then He partakes and

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