ST.BLUES QUEER STREET.PART 1

Tubular bells ring impetuously from the ashheaps,meteorc vapours stupendous stupefied,morning garlands frozen from the antartica snow.Misty roads wrung into culdesac bade adieu to golden morn,roosted bedevilled sands of times frizzled into imponderable space had adumbrated pounces on adulterate adventitious to adulate the jigsaw conundrum.Ageless aftermath decrepit peregrinatory winces betoken frozen fields.Agent provocateaur!Agent provocateaur!Crowns dissidents with silvermoon.What a stench of an aesthetics,what sordid affix they lay affiances to afficianados,vulgarian fraction,gregarious birds of passage,hewers of woods who swore allegiance to motherearth,that it may motherwit the allegory in sordid allergy of almond eyed abstinence.All get outs on all fours,almshouses smoke aloft,alpined by voracious rents,ambulances deathknell and alloyed almoners,egalitarian alpha and omegas.They lay bare ambivalent ambience of Alupluto's st.blue queer street,to suffocate ambrosia ampersand silver moon.A shinx of silver