Dead relatives diary. 

The backlight pocket alarm to alert the world 

To your comic scripts of fuck there’s a 

Trail of bread crumbs clues foremoist remembered 

merci beau coup is a a specific pronoun adventure 

Not For self seeding wild posies 

Hoping for reincarnation to take 

the Helm of uht bee stung bone starch 

Top brass feigning hemotionless on the 

day themed recreational copulation 

obselete audio tests of reading 

fickle scythe pollinator of the fleur 

Only grown beneath white salted seas 

churning free sample that tastes 

of telephonic orange kestrel the search goes 

On for the treatment of Beta hives by nature 

for living In that seemed way off 

the Dissident impatient charts 

that are chewed at night as felines 

We meow at three paw at four can’t 

Understand the flap that got stuck in 

Dislocating your frozen shoulders 

Impersonating a cat gondoling the 

twelve times it took you to task 

Along the River and the colour

Of wine you fail to see.