The Lost Lynchée (Poem)
Lo! Listen, listen!
I’ll loosen ma lips!
Of a loathsome lyric!
A lyric of a lonesome Lynchmen
And his lost Lynchee, Lawkmen:
The Lieutenant of the Light Lancers.
In the living-lanes’ lacuna
Lawkmen lynching came to light
Unleashing his last light-lyrics,
Lost In the loud litter of loosen lips.
A lone listener heard: the Lord!
The leathermen to his left, levitated
Like a lantern—lynched.
The Lynchmen’s legs lobbed to the lever and,
Lipped “The Lord listen least to
loathsome lycanthrope, Lieutenant!”
The lever leapt, the lookers lipped
Lawkmen’s lynching was the least lengthy,
Little to low levity of life
Little to low lunging legs
Little to low loosen lungs
Just unlinking ligaments,
and lunging life-liquids.
Leaving a lonesome loop,
Looming over Lawkmen’s
limp ligaments and life-lake,
As onlooker lear into his larynx.
The onlookers loud-litters lulled,
Leering at Lawkmens ligaments,
Locating, latching, linking
to other lively ligaments.
The Onlookers’ lids limpid,
Lucidly leering at the Lich!
As linking ligaments latch to Lawkmen’s larynx,
Lumination leeches through his life-lanes,
Lawkmen’s legs lead, leveling him
And lunged and leapt,
His lighten limbs levitated,
Lynchmen leapt to the lynching’s ledge,
Lipping “Lawkmen, Listen! You Lich! Your lynching isn’t lulled!
A lychee never lives! The low-lord has a lacuna for you!”
Lawkmen left lipping “Lich? No.
Just the lates Lazarus!”
A lizard’s-lifetime lost.
In the laps of light;
Lawkmen’s-leather lullied to lion’s hue,
As he levitated low and lightly over
A load of logs, littered across a lagoon.
His lugging-limbs, latched to a log,
Launching a lime lumination,
Lobotomizing a log into a lance.
Leering lightwards, he lipped
“So, I’m, located.“
“Lo Lychenthrop!” Lipped a lonesome lurker:
“You can’t lose a Lynchmen!”
A light-licked lasso lilted, Lich-wards
Latching his leg, locking his life-lanes.
Lawkmen levitated Lordwards,
Leashing The Lynchmen, like a lantern-lynched.
The Lynchmen laddered the lasso,
Latching onto Lawkmen’s leg.
Lawkmen lobbed his lance,
Unlinking Lynchmen’s legs.
lunging life-liquids, lilting in loops,
As limped legs litter the lagoon.
Lawkmen lilted his lasso,
Latching to The Lich’s larynx,
The Lynchmen unlatched from Lich’s leg,
Leading Lawkmen lagoon-wards,
Looping, lulling, and lilting.
The lagoon licked and lathered them.
The lagoon luminated lime,
Limbs lunged from the luminated liquid:
Lone limb of the Lyncher
Lone limb of the Lynchee
A lonesome larynx lipped;
Lazarus, the Lynchee.
Lo! listeners!
If ye locate that lime lagoon,
You’ll listen to a lyric, The lyric of
The Lynchmen lynched-locked
Launched to life by that lime-liquid
Lilting in that loop.
