in the synthy yellow after

math you were silk

all of saturday clambered

out of bed put something in your ear

i thought you looked so strange standing up

destroying his renderer- its like cosmic

or neatly as a boy playing the piano

with all your might

poles of air reamed across backs

doubled the seams

a rather coy way of waving

who says who says

from here to the nave the length

of one steel spoon and a bed on the lake

my ass in the dark

tosses out old names

compounding in all that

parsing the vogues- rivaling a dancer and you

point

hard