Loons
Sleeve notes illumine
Verbal diarrhea folk
Anti-static wipes
Sought and found beneath
A pair of purple cotton loons
Harbouring homeless titmice
Making swell for winter
Sleeve notes illumine
Verbal diarrhea folk
Anti-static wipes
Sought and found beneath
A pair of purple cotton loons
Harbouring homeless titmice
Making swell for winter
kept from the saddle by sleep and cider,
nestled in this cluttered room, this dimlit
hibernation station, wallow fallow in
the gathered gloom, the afternoon moon
this is the time for those who dream in daytime,
those who gather and hunt, those who like me
watch from windows, making shade from shadow,
form from substance, the things that dreams are made on.