Each Fact Is a Tenement

Arrived in nihilistic tomes
Ten species of the death of god
Sit up & take notice

Parts rev

I settle on pots
& leave

Two nights ago
Eight ghosts of ten poets
Plots of disorder

Ransacked ellipsis
Looking for gold but discovered a bride

Blaspheme the PEACE

The mists of 7 am

Tomorrow is the butt end of a week
Working a rough draft
To all possible versions of a straight line

Formed until told
He rises & stumbles

There is a cubicle after blue skies
On Saturday night

Though stalled they revolt
An angel is broken

Our book on the subject
Is the rose of its stanchion