Lookin out upon the open pasture
Lacquered shine of yer
Eyes
I leT ghosT dogs out
To chase childhoods
Because you know
HistorY is epilepsY in suspension
Please put the skin
Back upon
Quivering red meat
Please slide meat
Backs upon bones
Black drink
Rustles the after
we go deer lightly
Sunlight icicles drip drop
orange morn sun
Sadness of shapes ruling rubbish
Whose turn to burrow in the hollow with
Groundhog neath a dying oak tree?
Over the country side
Deliverance was not there.
We drink fiery waking blacking.
We drink the black drink.