my job, i have made it into a moloch morass tar-traipser

and now i am realizing at last how to get unleashed(have you read that unleashed: poems by 'writer's dogs"? it's awesome, in aprts espeically the longest one about the two dogs that get found in an abandoned house)
from my fears:
stop
lowing my werke to be my god(he-devil of a falsied god)
no more palsy in my steppes now
trafalgar square was cool last wodin's nacht