Over this geology

Ground of becoming is her nearest fit. Get comin 'g to be. not the verb red flesh. but wretch raid byecoming. O it's that? well, so they say. what say if Anti cant be her thousandth plateau?

Over this geology you're frost.
tear and peak. laminate and
along the lip of your curled woof
percolate. shimmy 'down' a forest foot.

to gleam ______________

sHingle or single muttering she. con-versing aversing her angle of foot. is that foot ankle or foot iamblichus?

it's her midnight halt. Sip of water in the coarse desert. her mouth is clapped by the acrid taste .

Burnous hipped she dons "suddenly" "rarely" her hilt made metaphor by her hip.



Slip Ahoy! my lovelies! bale away!
Boom and Boom . its starboard to cutter.


Come in , my troupe. Bands and butter. Comeuppance and puppeters. Round the blather'd moon. A fife to cropping nights. This way we see the cymbals sun.

Reservation blues: why would a man be a doctor when he could be a nurse? A nurse to 'cool her brow' her cooking fetch a gear on the summer sun.