#posssesed #drill #savage

now cheers to the possessed spade
as it continually dung to the cold earth
the fun was alive
as it burns out papers
oil papers ?
written down the dreary missing link of the years
at the last hearth
it burns cold in the jaws
it revies weight induction
if it could try to miss the energy
like a strong sound of crackers cracking into the world of foes
I hear the diggers cri
what if it made a sound
what sound ?
it perhaps was just a dilapidated jaw
like a mild fever running through the late night
was it despise ?
just like soap and water bearing down the hurdles
was it vinegar and deep tie dye
could it wash away the paints and paint a new image?
was it left to...