end meat

vision of the hammered phone

beside your sleep tidy

cereal skull giggles like a

broom if broom unlike your

swallowed sore were wind is

wind is shallow thunder

of yr creeping conscious scious

scious wall MY FINGER

SAID your verso's silence

. . . . . )plumber's dream

of dog bowels( it's the b

arking hand .wheel wheel

wheel wheel wheel wheel

wheel crashing loose on the

the far side of the road

drip and glory ,your finger burnt