NaPM 17 April 2022

[busker]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

How?????
Did you use a computer program???