lit wet flame under cap,
morning folded hair,
& sounds draft under
finer lyrics,
& sputters
I’m going to see where it goes
or: maybe another time
I want to be honest
I have to be honest
Let’s go to Paris
this weekend. Why not?
I’ve not been, honest
this went on.
dateline cruise of Arctic,
salmon out
wide mouth bay, deep
ice to leave you
open
in the medium,
berth blue cavity of chest
in which: towel
swans evening’s
ice of sperm