Out in the open of a quiet day
Under the hot and steaming beam of sun...
Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem...
I actually met the wind
objects were crashing in the streets...
I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned...
my dragon; my love
conjuring a bewitched dream...
Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky...
She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...
Rat finds snow veiled corn
never saw or heard death’s owl...
When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed...
Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...
This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger...