DJ algae biofuel

kylixzyxt?
eyelidxysterhood
six more weeks
groundbolc
mute throatbuzzer's poet

no one at the other end
arsonist-in-chief
in the sleepless hours pecking
missives on a smart phone
red plush dragon

that boastful trickster
behind
this or that leering mask
lurid liming
indium grill

"...one memorable afternoon, while walking on Box Hill, he told me the whole story of One of Our Conquerors, which he had then hardly begun to write, and, as I listened to his wonderful voice telling of the tragic history of Nathalie and the dawning wonder of Nesta, I thought it must surely prove to be the greatest novel in the world; but though there are many powerful scenes and sayings in the book, I confess that when the novel was published I was disappointed: it seemed as if the 'gleam,' 'the light that never was on land or sea,' had departed from it, obscured by the whirl of words." --Lady Butcher, Memories of George Meredith O. M. (1919)