Saturday, 9 January 2016

De Montfort





Gamblers, Marquesses
impious ridiculous drunkmen 
dawn duels attended 
by liveried heretics
Wanton cornucopias of privilege,
epicene, tragic crusaded singularities
passaged by bacteria
dessicated coconut confetti,
chalky wines of monks and Kings,
fine Colombusted snow-drivel,  the
sugarcane of Corinthian Gods.


In essence there are few
who reach attic tragedy 
as attainment
they are never philosophers.
Tragedy is impersonal nobility,
tragedy is a fiery dragon on 
a turning wheel.




















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