a true guidance, the rumbling of wheels.
never could I understand sonata da camera
flat minor, tongued minor
criteria unabridged, devout sense
of what is right

moving would be intolerable

a-sittin' an doin' nothin'
even leisure is grazing a flock of geese
brunch, a modern standard rushes in
ridiculously
this triumphant specimen
a-missing

giggles. TV-on. my coarse
'I beg your pardon'
vs. mom's bacon
taken out of the fridge
left the lard of the Lucullan feast
for the glycerine chatter
life is holding a golden coin
in the night's satin bra. Napoleon's!
hardly once
a soothing convenience
yearned over declaration
a five o'clock furrow
into her harsh rituals
spared in the large napkin
finding fault between her small
bleached fingers

this was not the commonest
except my bad habit of stage
echoing the berry-bubbles
of self-gratification
(I'm saving my perversity
within a sigh!)
enough to have a nickname
for the light's defiance

(the lamp in the bedroom.
switched on and off).

routes in the sheets adverse
to a derogatory townscape.
i don't know why cross-roads fail
to range our resource-names
on the camel blanket
my purple shoes, fish overlooked
by each day's furry corsets
where yups and nopes
stretch identies, rank thieves
according to their thumb's diameter
the reasonably evildoer's oath
before peeling a fat heifer
ex-judges drag their tails
up to the first sunrise
have easter eggs, dyed or undyed
baseness is tightly kept
heredity removed in the wash-basin


against all this
a cuppa lipton tea will do.
re-zooming the_fourteenth_ of_jUNE.