He was apparently holding the night and day
apart as the satchel was rested on barbary
billiards stretched where matches won’t
strike on the velvet condition.
the date stamped with its Cat called
terms and time having been
stitching with blue since before you
and i were boy’s amongst wolves at
Olipitical pens of pent aggression
Lately Brimming with inks and no
Ships on the smoked horizon.
As a lion you often find yourself stuck
jousting outside in the cold.