A Curse
||ABRA͇͇SAX||
Jimmery Jammery Sloo,
| | the light polite to you,
| | | boom Omega do, fall asleep
| | | | in a shimmering chair,
| | | | | drown in a fresh mountain pool,
| | | | | | share the moon-kissed
feather of a hawk, legs
| | of tall blue jay, fall
| | | in a black burnt lisp of tongue,
| | | | fall in love with your brittle bones,
| | | | | I am Alpha and make it B, you will
| | | | | | see me in the trees, a hidden
lapwing in a ditch, manna amaranth,
| | that song you long to hear,
| | | your heart switched, Gawallakazam!
| | | | Flim flam my ghost town,
| | | | | ma'am, so mote it NOW.
| | | | | | Pow! Pow! Pow!