inchoate: this valuable, your ear, fat.
gorse time over oceans / yo come hither mate.
wily vestibule in the states; home of not-knowing.
orgiastic manifold swooshing open & i’m time-travel.
who said anything about caesuras? you’ll see.
dogs refuse to learn tricks; books on harmonica mastery
occur in places though seem completely non-coincidental.
luck, wood-wax, vibrato, unorganised condensation.
grafting a didactic poésie onto one’s buttocks.
she labelled everything problematic, she failed her.
epics like the way you compromise afternoons
after a wine-rack & toast rollick. resemblance
free-floats but we’re butterfly.