to eat normally
and to look after ourselves
like wild animals
haiku
whistler
merle and runtish whelp
whetstone blind, no sense of self
furl and cry to help
colonel
teacher, enlighten
your lungs are full of chalk dust
go play in the fields
sado (my own private)
prophecy aligned
an exile of my design
retired hurt, alive
pavemeant
second inch of rain –
sibilant whisper, a dove –
glistenality –
iris
snails billow below
star and sky, mirth, surf and turf
there is only this
delicatessence
in today’s money
adjusted for inflation
i’m bound, hung to dry
