shrine surges on the ocean's stringy surface
Dripping with wine soaked stiff toast and piquant lox
Shining lasciviously with the clinging oil of oiled portals
Through which putrid rapiers toil with cut chests of seedcorn
Sprouting roving anchovies and sticky algae laced with rhyme
Plunging into staph infected drains hidden in the hairy altar
And stabbing folded slabs of old swiss mold running from the gun.
by Jason Paul Fox