Revivalist's Dance

Payback be cackling   blackbryd in the morning  nibbling on glass and radiation   accident  or not the clouds    look like soldiers'    footprints       at it again   or not   you've  angered    the natural  chaos   with a fuzzy chorus  of mowers    Moorish  or not    Othello  tore it up     he grabbed that pussy he didn't   mind   the bleach  blond  weave   fraying   into   first   thing   looking   afro