Professional Criers Inc. what a lumbering mourner I am what a laughingstock in black chiffon thought my melodies would hoist their bloomy sails what a lead balloon a lament starts in the back of the throat a lumped sylvan animal sleeping in the hollow it has made I am to marvelously cry you cry out the salt-wild marl of myself the pamphlets say the Lord will portion out no more pain than one can handle in a lifetime give me your hand & we'll unbury the near-weightless, diaphanous-beautiful things: pollen landing on a paper napkin hindwings of a halfdrowned insect like veined oars gleaming in the amber ale sometimes a wild a wild pity sometimes a wilder pity rings in me
Professional Criers Inc.
Ebeid, Carolina
Professional Criers Inc. what a lumbering mourner I am what a laughingstock in black chiffon thought my melodies would hoist their bloomy sails what a lead balloon a lament starts in the back of the throat a lumped sylvan animal sleeping in the hollow it has made I am to marvelously cry you cry out the salt-wild marl of myself the pamphlets say the Lord will portion out no more pain than one can handle in a lifetime give me your hand & we'll unbury the near-weightless, diaphanous-beautiful things: pollen landing on a paper napkin hindwings of a halfdrowned insect like veined oars gleaming in the amber ale sometimes a wild a wild pity sometimes a wilder pity rings in me