Oracular velation from the other side of sin
To cold and slavish barbs
Sold to the masses uncomfortably towards
Sympathy for my Siamese twin
Drive-in flicks always transmit your cheap romance
A darkness lords the current mind
My will engorged as it records
Filial slopes meld with courageous kin
And your savage cries make no difference
Cat’s eye clock mangled across a paper divide
Evil slid beneath diffidence
Nothing is not a bromide