>You think too long about what else belongs in yr coffee, “One large uh Coffee. With, uhmilk? And uh. Yeah, and one. Uh.. Uh. Twouh,…

>dip yr feet in the frigid sea, with everything right & wrong to no man marching belongs no is a not-thing, no temptress, no burnbleaching…

>if yr mother likes the simple shit you writ if there’s nothing subtle nor an empty spoonful of softskulling wit if yr tongue don’t click…

>it is this photo or the next, where i love you. so which you will i see: someone’s rich little girl or she weilding beauty’s…

>cause he did it, i do it cause i always did it since catch, since sea legs and i’ll always do it until i’m, for…

> New Game 2 like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw …then a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast ……then biting your lip,…

>my legs tied to the cage’s top i’ve caught myself a thought one thought, doesn’t bother inviting itself, now music matters more caught under rain…

>soft-shoeing around the truth they spot me; Cleopatra, we watched football on a wide-green pitch then enjoyed  a guilt-free desert; familiar Regan, her cold mostaccioli,…