stretched like a yawn
her belly drawn
the yellow tallow sun
behind a torn tattered shade

we were blind
we were sated
we were awesome
struck in the degress
of humidity
climbing up the
walls from the grass
around the trees
the rusted escape
hanging on

the threads of cables
and wires
and dishes
and chimneys
full of clouds behind
them..

so our lamps wallow long,
throug-h the night, so long a night
in Kakadu laples-s bestra-ddle
unclas-p lucre pebble auguri-es
incong-rous viciss-itude and expulp-ate
necces-sessit-ated likr cecil Ehekhh-aigbe,
red rain, fizzled walnut wounde-d warrio-r
[DEUM COLE REGUM SERVA NIL CONSCIRE SIBI]
"outskirts"
refugees immaculate cactus fawn parsley
cabriolet husk coconut fate scald grail desert eagle
alabaster caramel frieze sabre sable
washed braille draper shadow Cheryl peerage

In the moonlight I see your sparkling face
I recollect yours such a charming smile
Where can anyone love so tender ever trace
Except in your romance all my while

The candle light flickers tonight
All fire burns me out like a forest
But still I will keep it aright
When I think of you being so modest

Champagne we shall have so free
All will also enjoy some water of coconut
Candy will be served along with tea
For those who love to have salted peanut

The scene is rather grisly.
Hanging around on Fleet Street is risky.
A detective by nature, Urilla said a quick prayer,
then proceeded to look for clues and evidence.
Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain.
He was a man six feet tall, dark and handsome, lived a modest life.
His tan shirt, grey pant covered in blood.
He never lived to see his lady friend's romantic surprise. He lay dead, headless.

The owner of the the Grand Royale Hotel was fuming
His business rival, John Creel, has been spreading rumours
sending his worried customers packing and leaving,
fearing the lies about a non-existing curse.
Only a few refused to believe the nonsense remained.
Roy Mackwill was grateful but if this continues,
his hotel business's reputation will be flushed into the drain
unless he decided quickly what to do

the summer lords have come to town
and i pound my grind through the
polished old town
an ancient abolishionist
showing off the ego
like an exhibitionist

i remember it all
breaking up
turning it around
tossing cards
when bored
see what numbers
come round

i remember her
with violet eyes
the dreamgirl
sent to save me
but she couldnt
cause i was maybe

too far on the jagged
ledge
and like a toxin
my heart was ragged
running knockin'

Anabel Lee,
she chose her name carefully.
Cut her hair, painted her face,
the never ending battle with identity.
Arriving in London,one dreary morning,
bareback and alone, she landed.
Her un-ladylike appearance subject to scorn.
Another chapter in her story was born.

Section One
Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.
‘Tis eighteen eighty eight, the city’s brown
with coal and cholera that vex the land.
But down on Fleet Street starts a tale of woe.
Her Highness will learn nothing ‘til too late.
For Secretary Fitzroy’s caught a blow
delivered of a monster’s razor hate.