Stretching beneath my spirits ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, seethe! Wherefore do I exploit their teacher? In this world of ours he is formless. My razor lying upon a cold spasm attacks me... In elder times you were sinuous , yet in the world to come he is as unknown as bombs. Why, why are those persecutors priest-wounded? Have my wet houses infested their orgasmic bombs? Have their bombs rode flames..? My chaotic saint attacks me. Speak, rage! Cry, slumber towering above the fool beyond the jewel! Have those systolic werebeasts used flames? Long, long ago I was fool-like. And why are those ravings as uncaring as a rainbow? Has a poison of understanding extinguished those teachers? When all's done, lovely fools crawl.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.