jupitersterrain four

misc draft 1.43am 

oh swift my 

tumbling feathers 

the beared breast that

throws a pick to catch a bolt 

making foothold in my clime  ... 

fluffy clouds of powdered soap it 

kissed him full on the lip ... with tongues 

of shell ... tangled oil that gleams on fiery corpse 

a feathered roast that steeps in terror destruction 

close at hand streaming streaks of gleam 

a dire moan of insanity ... that Wilkie 

did hear ... and Fanny wakes to 

sober truth ... a manuscript 

written in the dark ages 

twenty years ahead 

the key 

was inside the 

locked room a woman 
trapped inside her abandoned castle with 
servants in spiffy uniforms the air thick with fear