Friday, 14 June 2013

Reveller



I master of the revels I wallow in devilry
I paint the town red with my blood
I dead-man I strut with gauche raillery
I choke on a tightly-spun tie-knot.
I devil-of-a-man I spit bloodclots
And die I die fall I fall with a loud thud.

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