four deem door
die facials, die out of the felled tower, fraying
mash after the ruck to come.
mine shy sturt nigh deep squalls
die from the broken ashes high. sinister
missed my seal, that the wind drives
to the sea, to enrich saline herds
mine legend hissed mortally.
hinter bound, who’s mien brooding licks anne
telling the stern shivers.
lint n freed hoof go my fusslint n freed hoof go my fuss
thou scent jar lint n freed hoof in nine
in bird, after mortal deer geyser stench
nah then fine gerni of yearning pig.
lint n freed hoof go my fuss
thou scent jar lint n freed hoof in nine
in the wind
in the stymieing of bird.
lint n freed hoof go my fuss
thou scent jar lint n freed hoof in nine
lint n brownie lairs
in that flash
in dead slime, dead out of heart’s ingot n sire’s press
indie black crews
out of denim whine
the sales of token graves
of wine building gods seraph staked.
