& ‘sadness’,
is rapid,
the dogs
don’t go rabbits,
they nuzzle
& rassle &
rough-house
& tussle
about —
what’s a ‘fuss’,
only fuzz —
& why must
you always
cut up
I’ve the
gears’
turn-shaft,
how they
call that,
‘curious’,
for openers,
‘& regular’,
I’ll ask
the sunny sea;
& ‘blonde’ —
what’s that;
that is
a jugular
a bud
a beech
& lief,
back there
is that
scullery
& the area
the dog digs
something
serious;
one bird sings,
the other has
a bernstone
I’ll keap
Bro(kin)in(2)
MotherShip:
the berry sort
& briaries
transplant
with their hoes
& parallels
& do-overs:
tell thatman
there, ‘Stand Back’,
& leave his
‘chihuahua’,
on short leaf
‘patrollin’,
the very last
scale abrade
at the tail –
gate party,
the crush
abrupt —
well, that’s it,
somewhere
I dropped
my ‘trophe,
ayaladn 