The Spoonbill Generator

On the far side of the beach: abyss [Rippy]

Sheperds strive to shild their flock from this [The poet]

black gaping maw, desperation's portal [dano]

Zephyrs aching to be mortal [Rippinski]

Whilst atop the distant peach-tree [The Agent Apsley]

The blue jays chat. [Beth]

My pockets fill with scat [Rip]

In the salmon sky birds eye me [Dove]

Raven's two-stroke fouls the air [Ripe]

Silently chafing hindmost limb [Roland]

Whilst Crow surveys the ruinous lair [The Agent Apsley]

& croaks some loathsome quasi-hymn [Roland]

Wodwo haunts my dying car [P]

while finial figures corrupt heavenly bodies [Spawn of Rippy]

And birthday lettuce, in a jar [Roland]

For fourteen days turned polka dotties [Herman Ripnudicks]

Sawdust in the ghost-machine [The Agent Apsley]

Grinding spooks [nomi]

Wounding kooks, [Stacy]

All their faces turning green [Best Boy]

All their faces unseen [P]

Unlike the whizzing of the oaks [The Agent Apsley]

And godless hissing of the tokes [Rippy the pinhead]

The poet jumps in to his death [yowwy!!]

And tramples on his verse [The Agent Apsley]

he shouts the shameless shiboleth [P]

out the window of his hearse [spawn of Rippy]

And breathes his final breath [P]