let’s lie
in the top left corner
you will see this sun rise
one you could not license
licorice diamond the lady reaching
waves of her lysergic arm one to brace another
column of instead a list of historical events hysterical
lucy against the unbottled still morning air hips lips lost
lyrics careworn Theberton Hoof a gamers eve and tossed
in the bard’s hearth in the bad thrasher in the raga man a lyric
whence bank the bottle bears its beggar up from the mirth of brake
staring at the rising choice we bare to falsify ourselves our harmless hearts.