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.