The revolution continues with new purple poems from Jilly and this beautiful bit of Milton-gone-wrong by Michael Helsem:

the Lord of Dark did of huge
throbbing corduroy sucks irritably,
He fought sulfur; power slamming imps
despite his shattered men and ghouls
to any trick that Lusty were none),
The lights went numb and stillness fell sung by
seraphs sealed the
space
with song; the the sticks.
And God was dead. The people flew in grief,
perfect entry sullies perfunctorily,
and quick with swift and prompt
aubergine.

My oh my it's a fine morning to stick it to the Eggplant Man.