Tocsin

Tocsin...
Marrow meat...
Tocsin...
Shifting sands the like to swallow
All through the Cave entrance...
Tocsin...
Water caressed Flesh under
Ice-cold Frenzy...
Tocsin...
Old abominations, or new
Pretending you never knew...
Tocsin...

Toxin...
Sload Thyme...
Toxin...
An open-mouthed sagacity
Incredulous to your suseptibility
Toxin...
What do you know of the Spirit?
Laphroaig, you know, but Spirit? No
Toxin...
The insane plight of the, mostly harmless, Maverick
Slick, yes. Vicious, yes. But is it for real?
Toxin...

Talk Sin...
Dying Embers...
Talk Sin...
Under the Red Hat, Musique concrète?
In stone, in glass, marble-hearted ingratitude...
Talk Sin...
Yes, I'll babble and you wash my sins away.
Indulge me, but at what a cost!
Talk Sin...
Stub out that cigarette thou effeminate boy.
Nunc dimittis servum tuum, Domine.
Talk Sin...

Pooka MMVIII