Black Earth God
Grain is good as gold
vibrant consanguinity
enfeebles tyrants
Grain is good as gold
vibrant consanguinity
enfeebles tyrants
flappy lead balloon
splashed down stomachish
plosh on frothy briny
gizzard gone rasping
saline runic rigid sprat
nitrogene swallow
camomile
It’s quarter to three
Green witch meantime
Just me and a near
Distant petrol lawnmower
A big lazy sun imputes
Soon golden autumn
Which draws to the end
this sad episode
So it’s one for my Baby
And one more for the Toad