Monday, February 25, 2013

Resurrection of Past Technology (the cobra warlord)


the cobra warlord sat bemused
fixed on young appetite
all domine, all in recipe
strength
design
“all mine”

smashed foes
new domine
past bread winner
sit on wands of bones
necro
eat like a wolf
tear off your leg

he chose words
“receptors bleed the half sheath
dull bloody moon...my bride.
Over dominant mothers!”

the cobra warlord flicked his tail
young master!

“I own the Bridges and its titles,” he bragged under blown tapestry, “The Arecibo is ready to purchase the opening. To Old Pet, now Godsent.”




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