pi plaits a sandscape
radios old bones a pick
one coupl’d calash
an oilcan terrain
none other wonder that rain
one cloud to hold to
barrel and organ
a buckboard a cord unstrung
the victrola wound
Poetry
pi plaits a sandscape
radios old bones a pick
one coupl’d calash
an oilcan terrain
none other wonder that rain
one cloud to hold to
barrel and organ
a buckboard a cord unstrung
the victrola wound
