The Spoonbill Generator

The Superlunary Hairdryer

My skeleton, in bony dreams [Roland]

Of rest in sunken quinqueremes [P]

In dust repletes no tomb. [E Greejius]

It wavers like a used balloon [Roland]

To reprehend the gibbous moon [E Greejius]

A flagging artefact [Roland]

It crumbles like an agèd cheese [P]

And, quite devoid of expertise, [Roland]

It coats the stony plain [P]

It hinges like a withered map [Roland]

A little more, and it will snap [P]

And shards bestrew the room [Roland]

This mausoleum made of words [P]

Is fit for only geese and birds [The Agent Apsley]

Condensed and tightly packed [Roland]

As aircraft we once jacked [The Agent Apsley]

It foils the bleeding shrine [Roland]

That languishes in Lichtenstein [Grayman]

The haunt of many a stain [Roland]

Where drops of blood, in pools now dry, [P]

Lie stinking to the fragrant sky [The Agent Apsley]

Portending inner gloom [Roland]

Contributors: Roland, P, E Greejius, The Agent Apsley, Grayman.
Poem finished: 2nd February 2000.