why has the angel finished these these
conversations about the lions last night
these wonderful lions last night we wrapped
they seemed more more hot than hot chips
last night’s village host I partied was fantastic
the party everyone loved the hush of it
we slept in whirlpools like water urchins
everyone loved last night it was here several
times and I called him home and paradise
with so much bawling at the sight of
Dunkin Donuts I gave in on the couch as an
angel of the dead moon uses his last money
is there no more than anything we wanted
nearby in the plastic snow beside the real well
