Ease that Blofeldt flesh

    Can of corn

        Driving them back 

Thru solid waist

      Stations of the spiral jets

    Insipid

    miracles

    of the downtrodden 

     Psyche

        afternoons in

         Gloom

   Great Gloomy

 FOG

   in the hate

   Breaking BAROOOM

   LIKE candlesticks

       In the streets

     Succor them like potash

    Little pig eyes

 Squeel