Shadowing the Fjord.

What to do when your asked for dinner 

By the company of international wolves 

Waiting at the curtains for the femme by the fire 

she’s been Borrowing a leaf for a joy filled ride 

within the night fjord.

Timeshares for press clippings 

of the one the bee stung 

A ukulele Of lopsided hoops and crocheted 

seven four seven orange air 

strikes blockaded reality.


learning about how all this could be yours as they lean 

in with saliva pitch