forever neverminding into your dreams the whatchacallit,
the freedom to know words like so much excess slag forever
dew bee do bee dew bee do bee.
do
troublesome mercurial nonsense gracious, gracious milk sweat and flop
abreast the too little too much on your plate to die for
incense and thyme and memory follows butch.
driving fortunes like cattle, are we, girls?
