in the former line I almost told you a
thing I’d regret how I overstepped &
steeped late nite irish & english breakfast
together in the one canister can’t tell you
what dispossessed me sat erect
beside the checked quilt in fishnets
through the hibernation thinking where
hand leaf bag milk east
leg stock nose join black
now where did I put that roll of
scottish invisible tape?
this is the hammer & sickle graffiti &
this is the open lagoon
