Swimming frys.

blowing glass bulbs to shave and turn 

that penny into wiring loom 

steeped into a fortune light on history 

lost in the swimming frys breathing 

In the night.


Fear last seen in the eyes 

of a death mask plaster cast child

Asking what seed would you grow  

the stork or stalk sprouting 

In Saturated Paris.


Would you take this square dance 

Promenade with a man on thin ice