Ladies in Robes
When in a city, jazz.
While offering Irish stanza,
Accepted by a lady of the robes
You don't get eyes back

Wake inside the day unopen
Defeated
Be hounded, behind a line
Of the master
Conquer your masters daylight
Bring inside no ill gotten gain
Hold the line
Interrogate what?
There's no war left

That happened hundreds of years today
Ago?
Now that's a meaningful term paper

He has your head start

Sense, they invented the oppositional cell
Thousands of ******'s in plain sight
That's world war evolution

Become awareness in the iron mask

as folded lend
bends of russian summer
turgenev's spring,
remembrance oft turmoiled pillage

the canter of burry, lythical touch
empty surrenders of birth