Alien Translation

dusk in the harrow
its darkness
raging against machines
forging man's pomposity
feruling
creatures of lust
twined to tastes

pale is this head
anointing such thought
re-creante
of Thine

but truth persisting
and beyond death
devouring all
that is yours


-----Original Message-----
From: Friend
Sent: Wednesday, June 06, 2012 9:01 PM
To: Ovidd

Penultimate dusk in the harrowing seas of rage against the
machine forged through man's pomposity.  Feral in the beginning
of night; the creatures of lust are bound to twines of
forbidding tastes. Devourer of soul's energy, all that cannot
be seen by the sentient eyes are bring scrutinized with angst
and anger. 

Pale green light anoints the head with  new thoughts as if the
mind was recreating the brain in its own image. And woe but
true as the drippy membranes envelop and taste of night
creatures in the grassy sculptor's apprentice Linotypes obits
to next of kins in the mothman and hopper grass families.

All are food; be it thought or thoughtlessly Delicious and
Malicious but mightily ingestible.