colonising arcady or something worse | or black
or endlessly mellifluous endymion | this edition of pleasures
morocco bound | well whadya expect between hard covers...
placebos in viaducts in the dawn | of engineering?
the reconfigurable submarine | of your hopes?
the tension in all but the most | is organic
a slave in a field | she's corn silk
frayed by wind | jerk a curtain
spray sunlight on upturned faces | lead soldiers
you coulda scribbled | photons in forests
blood stains | in chapels
authentic blood | authentic ukuleles
hmm...
if there's a snake in the house | let it loose
better | than biting your heart
midnight is nothing | to stay up for
nothing | but a calm word
in a kingdom | of dunes
thank god | there is nothing to do