Ancien Recette

Saute and bake - by Chef Sun King; Ancien Régime goosed, food pantry in raining terror

Wit to chew on, but gallows&guiltine spit shiny massacre; the Fleur-de-lis necksplit

Kiss the sky, say goodbye, love your conscious as yourself; révolutionary last rights of thalamic

To the Max, clothed in Robe and wielding Spear; Estate jawbreak finitive, a buveur of bourbon;homme

Splashing tubs of gallery gore, gallanting in soles ferried, Faust whispered; calligraphized obsequience

Triomphe de Soi Volontaire mine carrara, Lictoring in Fasces, Laurels inline and inmind; benevolent messenger

Sample a pauper, let it grow and collect the rings, the freed willow-wallowing in wither, Roots skin deep, no seek

A God in terror, a sheep in shadow; pen bravade, penned demise. The hammer has slept — tonight, martel in reverb

The bell strike, playing rungs; climbing in key a ladder unlit by fifths — tonal incantatory… “Mon Dieu!”

Sheet sweat, knuckling your blessings -- prayer in unlight!; Rise to my stimuli, pet; fret at my beckoned call

Sooth-sayer, prayer besieger, snake skin shredder, belying beasts preying; burden undamper

Fiddler trilling toys; strike rhythm, roll in rattle and embrace the fang

“Your rights are on menu, a burnt shining hearth;untempered, oiled wickets in whale, plate yourself; comeuppance is licking down upon you.”

Bark soprano praise, yipe the heavens, curse in reverse; hund tracking my badgering — mark not me but your weakness; piss

Voilà l'Étreinte Fatale