Note: The companion (piece) for “June-2010>” - misery seeks Its own… H’H.

…Away from the mass

swam Tut-Tut (Tanka to his

breathren in the reef

searching-out alertas &

alertees, to spread the scream -

 

tho’ bottlenoses

and pilots were streaming - of

the onslaught, BIGOILS’

campaign black blood red like a

fecal cell anemia

 

the newer weapon

of core pathetics…  Tut-Tut

Turtle housed near to

reshelling swam frantic sans

terrapin antics, a good

 

Rept. not crocking, hard

to keep the breathren from their

croak…away from the

mass, the redblack gooey on

the globbtarred & feathered sprain

 

fodder for guzzling

green SUG’s & priaps -

see turtle-red-Sea-

turtlegreen - opened water

now and sonic runes to skate

 

coelenterate and

gar, demur the violent

tar!, what’s to help the

red kelp from the murky tomb?,

wayward Hayward not…tut-tut,

 

Tut-Tut Turtle, says

he, tort-us if you must, we

are ‘bove trust, anti-

trust, thrust your tail as you please

think you’ve had the spider’s sting

Tut-Tut’s wisdom sing

Truth or friction cannot wing

Thine n’longer King!

 

                H.e.m.-H’H.

                6.11.MMx. 

                ST