Dark
It’s
Curtains:
Ambergris
Smattered lovingly
In rugged tapioca.
Curtains
Its
Bark
scatty playful stuff
re-upholstered Chesterfield
smell of damp camphor
we gathered round to listen
to desert island dusk’s waves
Some like it
Hot
Some
like it
Knot
Others
not
Hat
Some like
it
Flat
Hut
Shut
Hit?
Whit
Sun