prove to me you’re beautiful
waving your limp fin
at the clouds
With three chords
and black eyes
the sun turns toward the light
No-flinch savoir faire
in the BURNING
asportation of nebulae coons
flat
CRIMINALPOSER
ferns moss stones
Boletus adduction
sleepless mist witching
SANDWATER
punk sinking into Benicia
wharf chakras
sturgeon moaning
motel Frenchman bled to vision
veiled by fog