As a peregrine, I have but one regret: I should have listened more in school And learnt a trade Or sprouted affinities In maths or music technology;...
Slack, drum, safe A slicked down lizard's floating space The trudging sunken hammer face Platoons the warm abyss Cold, red, white From nothing grown...
This memory's as thick As all the blankets You entrapped me in To pepper up your words You wrapped and drowned me As I blazed away each letter To the...