hark

19 this evening the dew is shameful this bruised eyelid evening the street lamps warm flicker nonplussed plus two I have merle h. on I allow a peppermint tea to be written my longings circle in chants to boot what are the chances one two three five hike leaping in the spiked heel in the gravel oh o I know a writing done for patience I know a writing doled one salt crack at a time I know one for a woman so she use legs soon soft frock sad me the heart to howl is wide there when the next then alaska can bleep her telemarket accent I keep these fish tinted hours between dusk and socked dark the bleep being take a wolf to now hour one my great strength now I’m clean where I walk after shines night night don’t ash on me now hark Abe Smith ...