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One Bone Gone

dour four
the most foul hour!

one bone gone
in the dimming tour

of griefs amour
it’s a sour pour in a sunless hour

Steel Head

Is this fruit or biscuit?
I was rugged,
I was drugged,
I was good blood.
I was a protein, a vein,
Like a lemony demon,
I was no stranger to strange fruit.
Like a finger dipped in ginger,
Like a bound wound,
Like a banquet,
Like a bouquet.