Bird As Fish

The sun it shines on noon day tides
And falls along with blasted times
To days of unknown chimney rides
The smoke to block the life time lie

That never showed itself before
And climbs up top to father more
Extend the days up to the door -
The end, the dead, the sickly whores

That patch the makeup-cover dead
The kiss that breaks the neck, the head
Always, always stay in bed
Making love with secret dead.

They look alive with coffins smile
To always vultures simp'ring rile
That peck and peck at deadly Nile
And fly inland about a mile

To sand that blows across the place
To sphinx that never look amazed
To palaces of nothing grace
To sun that smokes this chimney face.

This paradise of rocky lore
As nothing grows here anymore
The hill of grass, a barren knoll
That kisses sunlight never cold

And when a ray of sun's gone bad
It kisses wat'ring holes of gnat
As sitting eating on the nap
Of forehead, parasitic claps

Audiences ever been
And levers on the brown latrine
Sickly rotting face of green
Never will the cheeks be clean.

And coming down now from the door
We wait it now forever more
As sitting waiting on the floor
Of Egypt's grand remembrance war.

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