Wally close red stone
tarriers in brinewet floodplain
as if the floor was gulched by Orangeism
thin little nags & wretched pallet crafts
Lodge Laws collarettes curled circles
old shoogly harebells
& the twelfth Haberdasheries
felled to a black flame
the peace barrier curbside I sit
highscoring micro lots
of small batched but barely living
the most quiet cold fingered clyde
chins a song for rent
dreich, I can’t stand my own
mind parading, fraternal drunkenness
or cream yellow exile
cold storage cutcross ripples
or worm eaten low-capability
people ruin of air sprangled dogrose
hippidom mizzled the remaining
comfort space towpaths
oracling childstock
least you're clear of chrome ballast
in the eternal allotments rising
the future different shades
of tayberries & patty pans
all else burning rings
of idioglossia
on embroidered towels
