…
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
…









