rushshadows, conniving
gypsies
that steal pay
behind backs
inout
on the walls, imaginary
artists
gnashing
for codeine, brain
scrapings rolled
with cigarette
papers-
the
flat's hollow
in whale stomachs
the spins
start, and
ballrooms
enlarge
from checkerboards-
i do enjoy the dance
cotillon out
of doors
with a matriarch
worthy of
yourself
