They drew glazed straws.

A cactus maketh ought the theatre should Know 

mother’s hidden Seems once sown with fine tooth bone 

and cancer tomes of three toes Dew’s Scuff on 

Poured Portland meet the ruffs of the night 

and neither now heard pulling clay glazed straws 

Away from wormhole vocoder toungue grazed 

amongst jullswater was last seen leading corn

the drumming skin toward soil and laughter 

lost too the stars and the Aromatic trail of broiler

Ripe of plumes and stripe pillow feathers.