broken jaw cellefaned and weaved with wire into the side of the speechless flower all teeth on offer in price of a rose one hundred feet taller than he was before.
the halls are the places you earned talk smashing vases the babble and banter of sun burned repenters, though now knee saw and hinged into one position all closed down like blinds repressed with bad visions.
and i stood in that hall and listned to glass and reveled everytime a voice made one smash the marble was covered with blood from bare feet if only id been silent and learned to retreat.
i had to walk there past mantles of joyous concoctions of bible belted moaners preacher smashed up religions and the men with the beards and holy sticks of wood the tree of all knowledge rapped up in his hood.
i travelled past twin snakes entwoned round a sward past the old toothless woman with umbrellas for arms. she sheltered her young from the riseing holly king and she bathed her sick child in the broken dragons wing and now in this hall i still hear smashing glass and now each time i hear it my voice does come back.