From its crane arm, the massive klieg lamp cast
a notice to the church's tile roof.

I rax in the tub and rinse
soap from my joints.
That stepping sound-I am

It seems we' re flat stones      pulled from wet sand
Skipped on the rolling      wave back, frangible blue

 

P was going mad, more than before.

How were they together? Schadenfreude?
A cut lupin? Or night's antiseptic neap?
We sleep in it to become less daft.

 

Winter instated on Hudson Bay. This king left
his duties, with eyes closed, drifting around Coats Bight
in a creaking skiff. The court pied for Pax Glacis.