From amber glass of brain ignition
dimly shines demonic light,
depraving the English tradition
with impish Milleristic delight,
a brazen choice of degradation
his gob of social spite.
Yet through his florid deathstyle
did express very well
as thoughtful free verse
the life wherein he fell.
So high avante garde attend
more anti-poetic rebellion,
like better gross and appalling
their flat-prose musing trend
published an alcoholic hellion
whose deadly thrill in falling
few bothered to comprehend.

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