It probably gathered its magic toungue
And bided its thoughts whilst dreaming
Under water Where i became a member
of easy listening lectures on oil.
When no one else spoke for fear of breathing
We broke sticks to draw our breath
To make a brush and paint a self portrait of
Thy Velum piles will not stretch themselves
and the bones can’t can the buffalo meat
To express my wishes and kind regards.
You become the clothes not the previous occupant
To where them.
Through the holes I saw the sum total
Of you moth eaten desires.