lb.

and the lark squawk has passed out of season
out of color
your petrified ambush
whelmed my words
distanced
grey in pastoral hands
whinnied
assonance
consents the crack/ed cage

bleaking
bay
briskly
slutty sun in your theoretical rhetoric
casually slickening
river wack/ed a damn fools dissonance
as
intaglio glowered from
the
crux

throat
pregnant wi/the chemicals
made
for a lack
for the other
for Lacan en nosotros
can
you
please keep watch over my wine pot
i
wd nt gess tht