Shepherd him milk & sugar
12 o'clock among unicorns
time of blue veils
mummified Gramercy
My impressario message eaten up
ache in my crotch
I arrive at The Friends I am sailing by way
of the sky

bus September boat with vacant windows
thank-you I am weak
O friendly tamarack
I'm coming with my little chair
insignificant when you manhandle God
End of my Poem

my coat a lalop girl on a dead rock
something in the air with telephones
the twin end of the day
like an atlantic squall
I can't always voice
my lyricide