Rumours of King Fishers.
can you ever begin anything at all?
never mind again
white walls
white linen
duvet pillows sheets
white lamp
white floor boards
radiator door
&
pale as milk
kiss
black Japan lacquer
all night eyes
smooth long whisper
curve of ahh’s
to not call it ocean
that which we call ocean would be?
to not call it mind
that which we call mind would be?
to not call it I
that which we call I would be?
sometime ago angels
leapt up in summer time
yellow gold
all one
w/ human kind
of course looked like love at first
then became lust
by try as they must could never get off
though happily multiple
the women went nuts