Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

the clouds traverse
phalanxes of street lamps...

Vagrancy often visits my doorstep
and talks and talks of...

Suppose this broken bodied man
once dreamt in avalanches of colour...

and how they protrude so vulnerably
against your flesh, as if a semi hidden...

Melissa was wearing a tangerine dress
patterned with daisies, kicking her legs over...