The Residue Of Faith

Parlance, fragrance,disturbance.
Ants in the faggot machine
And they have guns and formica pets
With no ears and massive sky desire.
How can they drive into
The cone barbarian while grunting Mozart?
Or fill the caves with erotic foliage?
Or run down the hall to the top fool?
And claim ignorance of the cockroach colonial pilgrim.
This would never have happened in my
Coptic death miss matchstick jockey
Polar caption harlot embroidery compound.
Plus.
Maigret shunned the ivory ghost hound
In the deep crying  subterranean hiccup tray
While the star prize conker
Waved the crusty water bandage
At the strange mini chain style dervish
Canker schism.

A burden fuel upload shit hanger
Went locust on the vacant
Counter pain wobble corset.