murder on the gowanus

swell me a bowl with lusty oil brightest under bis geynest under gore ecce who com inna persian vestment un monodatal voll marines cd not hoist thee whose eyes go seaward   noreaster reeling thrashing at the mouth of the gowanus mischance upbrimmd sludgie helas, aloft sometimes honeysuckle can smell like MURTHER yr shining form to oil hath returned yr helmet now shall make a hive for bees it was no dream   I lay broad waking oil blossomed green, incarnadine s/thing keeps on testing me for tb is politer not to talk about beastly p.o.v. ludic like a succubus vomiting ivy lordly subtler grotesquerie you can bet it smelled like murther creped and crinolinnd along the noggin w/ a victorian western pin till I may see a plumper sludgie swim everlike rotund buddha—smack aghast everlike leo and thir friends marching in lockstep to the sunlit uplands.