the wheel to
cross the lane
o' empty tins to
blue open
sharp
glimt
which
redness fields
stoke us and
familial
sun dressed
so you'd know
sees hands at
the big mark the
sly sly hip
mossed damn
fool stone
or close to 30 greatness
bronze palace
fence remote
of verdigris
shapes apples
wet winkling
that embrace
o'ertipped
between vacant
burns
burst between breaths
et climb
the fortieth limb
empty chimner
but whither
white poms
spruce point
jenny
splicing two poles
t' chaos
tilex
silent,
exclaimed
gull or gulls
those chair
we have loved
stressed to glass porcelain
in a tired loop vatic
on auto anatomical
light
two turns +
the dead
said
vote
surfer
gym throws to
a line the new world
church y's fraction
over past god
2 the fuck tourist
ride an empty post
what is
round was
twice round if
you'd wanted semen
and ghost if
you heard
the wires
would to sparrows
games front black earth
one
of that impression
swipe
swing or down
but
ah make of
me a roll
a turnkey a beaten
plain +
if my ol' bones
would avail - something
to counter attack with
something that digests
while recreating
segments as if
head of the bird
for mankind
most
what flipped
their grits
suave-ling understanders
and food for safeways
were bolts
they drew out
their penises
loose confirmed
pet cells
undifferentiated
to rolf
hairline
but direct
the path of unbroken
drops
poke matter
that never
made it quite
as monkey
but shown in partials
wood, aluminium
as storm petrel herself
cast out or
make in rows
form up
or disassemble
in radio
contract to
virtuous integers
the few actions
of good men
on the way
fill the water
fill the house
with filing
Not when
One went
leaving
one made
shapes
that
cut as you
harried the pond
and spoke
to the water you
believe
not sense
but working
through the gaps
of neutraphils