Elsie with nightingales tied to her wrists.
Night fallen wherever our eyes have wandered.
These alphabets belong to other planets.
A great gold-black sky folding inside outside itself.
In their dream we are lost in a supermarket, meat dripping from the shelves.
In our dream we are lost in a supermarket, meat dripping from the shelves.
In good clean rags we walk out under stars.
A cool breeze lifts the rags from our limbs.
Disconsolate, Elsie counts the sleeping nightingales.
Tucks them up in a bed of strawberries & wires.
Wraith wrist tripping zum foam.
Larf strip strongbox notify insouciant succubus wrack molly moy.
Flip strung moviementalities tonguerly razzer glaü.
Ormolu ash pit fustian yawp re reverb re-verb deathline, abacus dj klang.
Melanc strum, derelictional sasser mint-clasp hit-wand.
Neo-catchment residue ploomer hü tory skum.
Effusive zizzle wang zest plumes nummer xza.
So we decide to get out of bed & walk for a couple of hours, till we come to the end of the world & everything is an epitome of itself & nothing like