most things mean nothing now like green

& 7 & magic & people read my poems

in bed while a friend’s gammy leg removes

the temptation to drive so what my birthday

is the queen’s / gauguin / anna kounikova

& jessica tandy also celebrate are they

all still alive if not prince plays eleven

million instruments kinda averagely &

that’s sure to interest technology freaks

in a million years or so when more

things are redundant than i know of

for now winter smacks my temples

& hemisphere an unwanted approach

mice look for developments from

an arched hole it’s where they live

what colour is it inside i wonder