quiver,

“then you noticed a bringing back, consistent with the postponement of finally – double-decker opponents blew bubbles at each other’s smokescreens”

“a pair of boots, a spoon, some hot water, a drawing pin: ah some inventions still allude us”

“attacked by a suggestion of everything, cool reconstruction of the impossible, a mixup that broke down your persistence – is that why you often did not laugh at the comedy of it all? but opened a compartment, blew smoke into it and called it a lung”

“you said exceptional things can happen, and that whatever fell was on the whole more chaotic than those handmade sincerities… little by li”

“twenty-four hours, a red rag”

“chosen in sleep to feel the palm of replica or is that another story carefully embalmed,

can quiver ever be?"

“arch of one way
cackling truth told
mood making two”

“you said exceptional things… when I go into a dark room there is a man lecturing incredible colours on priorities

such times did sink the long night
it’s not easy to talk about”