I would haunt
the Yeatss'
hunger for the nearness
...
The spam
announces
FOOT FUNGUS CURE.
...
The cancer
devours
her dreams
...
She takes off
all her clothes
just for
...
Female.
I line them up
line after line
...
A mountain of spectacles
as if a swarm of dangerous insects
staring back
...
Panties
delicate as piece
of frozen light
...
Bee
crash lands on pond
paddles around
...
Her state of the art
tee-shirt proclaiming WEAPONS
OF MASS DISTRACTION.
Couldn't be prosecuted
...
NOLLAIG SHONA!
“Ho! Ho! Ho! ”
“Ha! Ha...agggh! ”
...