of stolen sleep


of stolen sleep  (  peels nelots fo   )

scribbles on a paper plane

ink the hymn of stolen sleep

spin the spawn of sisyphus

laugh at shat as weasels creep

warbles of the broken ode

suckle not the pot of toss

or the war of banging doors

rubber balls & stalker dross

nature sees the tails of snakes

hears the blear of little men

bitching of an even black

flapping with the winter wren

sinking with the phantom sun

lick the mist & kiss the swan

so the moon is blooming true

float with stoats & badger on