Crevices

 five leaf wind eyes

       lime white pillars     pitch beams

      clattery fanfares   

         The odd bent thumb rule blurts

  irregular for ornament

          pro patria         wormholes hole

   lank red glam veil voiles

     Rustle, weevils     killing falling stone

oak wreaths with curlicues

    gold leaf secrets        sprigs in hesitance

So lullay the comms organ

      Bend the back back        deer horn ghost prints

      failing throats

    Get tight with class tricks

         fluted breath       fur clusters

   Plastic hymnals bleed

        And everywhere the same changes

Chorale

Lace lifts up at the window

so the swifts' skinny song
arrows above
blood crust colour brickwork

In the relaxation suite
repro galaxy circles
and the bubble tube turns red

Woman in death'shead shirt
will not turn around

as he drinks up
the remainders
from left cups

Chaotic singing throng;
arterial trench music

Turn the dark cloud inside out

Quake, all proper persons, quake!

A dripping radio says
only so much
in miserly rain where some lips
are rehearsing

my writen rowles
Of Morall counsels, I to bedlam give