Ceremonials

Ceremonials Perfectly aligned plumes shining accroutrements breastplates bits and bridles, bearskins with chinstraps and cockades

A Lamb's Eyes

Then I realized I'd stopped walking...

North South

Follow the great divide North South train ride, clipping juicy tit bits of chatter as you slide

Hats

I met Lille in Belgium. Hair in a bun. She tested the current, of the incoming squall, by kissing me like a man. Oh windy town of Ostend. The blue and red, of an unmade bed.

APPETITE FOR A FIGHT

Pasta lately is irritating her.
Cherry

He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy

He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy The surveyor was sleeping; eyes mansard, mouth gabled, snores monopitch. He dreamt he built a house on a cliff-face

The Pin Drops

A quiet night in the wilderness was in stall for me and the boys.
Cherry

Future Dating

Karen pulls up opposite, chopsticks clicking as though making a scarf from her udon noodles; our three minutes pass in excruciating knit one purl one chit chat.

In the Midnight Hour

I wake these nights to a pregnant darkness;

TROPICAL

I felt the pricks of six pineapples.

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