fettlesome persiflage!
On 02/10/2017 14:33, Dominic Fox wrote:
> They had it by the throat; it croaked a little
> advertising jingle, then expired
> into unceasing light and heat of battle,
> a bitch of a surprise, that briskly flared
> then turned on its devices and reviewed
> its options with a snickering disdain
> as if out of that throat a voice had blared,
> long past, that there was everything to gain -
>
> and that was bad, a melter-down of mettle
> that fuzzed the meter, turned the water weird,
> declared itself a belter but was brittle
> (if not as fettlesome as we had feared).
> We flopped down on the deck, the fish we'd speared
> still flapping, a wet universe of pain,
> as over the horizon it appeared
> again that there was everything to gain
>
> by camouflage of selves among the cattle,
> by persiflage among the newly-squired;
> by marriage, though we had no wish to settle
> into squaredom and our hearts were coolly fired
> by slow-combusting sacrilege. We fared
> no better in that universe of strain
> than had our ancestors, who yet inferred,
> despite all, that they'd everything to gain.
>
> A creeping pox on all whom kings have sired
> is heritance, the weevil in the grain
> yet multiplying, as his sire required,
> avowing that there was everything to gain.
>
>
> ---
>
>
> Tim Thornton posted one of these on Facebook, and various people said
> they'd have a go, so I joined in. It's silly (I just went for it, without
> thinking particularly hard about what I was saying or why), but there are
> some lines I like a lot.
>
>
> D
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