null. against this shambles rock
operated often a crane
sound, a something cracked it's belly
sounds her shoe made from them hair
pot, where poetry makes tea
feel you strongly
living well
i'm just living in the well
leaving now below the inches
leeches in the grayskull shell
you would turn away them pictures
comix milk- the plural evil
even you're in town or farther
i. wall. whisper this in idle
died out dialect of rustle
deep inside the blood in toes
form of nails reminds the screen
on the ship to find mosquitoes
on the argot find the kind word
drop him on your cheeks a peach
dive inside the teeth a deep burn
scorns of sticky phrase: whose.. which??
something smells inside the
well