ayaladn

to the NW ish

a low meteor gloam road

once upon a hill

 

there was a bucket

heap’d the starbright the golden

even a rainbow

 

fasten’d a hold on

infinite systems morphish

till it fill’d a sea

pyrographic page

nsaid ah quiet quadrm

got it put in tin

band book’d secure rtes

overseers a tourist tick’d

often under clocks

nsaid per diem

heart ease @ a backrm stor’d

beets and turnip seed

cur tail’d a docker

circa slicker jetty boom

pier pointilism