"Elytra" dry calypso in her crypt whos sphinx marked out the ages gyre for symbols years, aeons to decrypt glyphs who told the exonym for anyone, desire; An enzyme for dryads, adytum or asylum thrusting beyond tharsis' boon, beyond all time to madness, my anodyne; A gypsy's rhythm, hyena alchemy persuades as well as any dragon's kerygma This is the signature of all things. A syzygy for a witch's stigmata; to nefertiti, barebreasted, a hymn, the wry acolyte smiles an eyeful of eros tells me shes gonna take a while. and anarchy pilgrims to the land of the lost in the lamplight of lust, where no pilgrim should her pyre warms my substantial girth an ode with too many 'y's, an ode to my hard fucking wood; a song to Bacchus, to Venus a feast for my eyes I pray to any god who may hear her ecstatic cries As I tongue punch her fart box between her milky thighs. She shits on my face The doctor says it's pink eye.