aristonaut

Little donkey, my kicking mule.
That tamed the wisps of chill-born
Sparkling spite of temporal length.
Laying ; babe sleep warm, within,
the head-balls of refraction.

Little words, my kicking mule.
Speak spun spokes; through throat
Daggered fluency : Stings!
Oh, how it does its deeds
So clean, so mean , so often

Cough at me!
Oh do so cruel and
Proud!
Cough on me !
Drown me you sow!

Swallow me whole, my kicking mule.
In that hole Ill be a fuel.
Far too pretty far too cruel.
Suck on this sucker, Im
Stuck like a sucker to a
Kicking mule!

Spit out my soul, my kicking mule.
Stamp me . ball n chain me.
Oh profane my cry of hurt.
Paper cut-slut me. pat and
Train mutt me!

Cough at me!
Oh do so cruel and
Proud!
Cough on me !
Drown me you sow!