…

back before your ghost is born
bleating like a pygmy goat

breathe another biscuit tin
kiss a swan – & dawdle on

bite another bulletin
let the morning coffee sneeze

bring a pen of burning gold
older than the bastard hills

blear another clearing here
sliding like a trombone nose

billow, if the pillow speaks
cast a net of castanets

unarrange the normalcy
every daze – the beans & we

bless id us & sun above
when forever’s floating forth

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