What does little Wolfgang love ‘bout Tuesday?


    The present, that''s a lye L  and the past? That''s the empire falling, OD L


    He’s unsteady on his feet of clay, reminiscing, shorts short as a pulp tail


    How long till the crumbling empire of old crashes?  How long till he feels the death throes through his damned toes?  How long till the trumpet truly frees him to fornicate with the accordion, that harsh mistress, Moon?


    This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Dreaming of reading in the stars, newborn eldritchian


    Elder leeching off the nebula, nebulous


    Dull day in the clay, Splash bro injured, stones on feet splash


    Boss stone falling, dream statue crash, variegated end, hush.