Thursday, June 23, 2011

Three Threads Of Megalomania

Three Threads Of Megalomania
by Robert Paul Gass (aka Imagines Vinco aka Ultionem Vinco)
The myrtle berries sour to taste in mouth
As stomache churns with bluish blackened wild
And philters' dawn with love of fiery south
To know of gods in head as phrenic child.
Turquoise and green the jewels shine in cross
Inverted silver pendant seer to lock
The Venus Mars as invocation's loss
And lover falls in sea of lust to mock.
The swan in manger side of inn to feel
The pangs of birth to multiflorous spades
Of earthen bird to eat at Roman meal
And drain Republic into Vandal raids.
The poison belly feels akin to might
Of Mars in car to seek the Vandal's right.

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