chirping
fish rope nets humming tunnels of wind in a cylinder spin overhead and stop above the bed where times stand still vacate the premise
the promise to fly as don juan crows with one eye on who knows or doesnt as the case may be unleash the net flee for free
empty
its all gone now she said as the mist swirled around her ankles serpentine along the beach wondering scratching the back of her head if the profile was good to the left and looking down noticed the spotted stones sink below the hem of the long coat wrapping it closer with a belt made of the song yellow line fever and looked across the flats and at the strange scribbled paper slip. folded it and lit a match. butterflies flew from her fingertips and phoenix yawned in the woodland below
so they had to fire him. yeah poor guy. the theatre can not insure due to building codes the unlicensed rapport supports he'll probably get fatter with macaroni platter but that is not the reason
came back too late for lunch but a tandem straw box of sausage and bread and a bottle of red wine on the table hiccupt hoodini in a black top hat waltzed in and poofed the cloth out from under with a flourish smiling and with his eyes making counterpoint connections a few drops fell from his cheek perspiring on the brow but he wouldnt break the vow he comes and goes so quickly now
all gone now all washed away in lace nets snipt asunder
all gone all all gone........ the scent the box the plunder
over and over in a song by stevie wonder
the phoenix cracks an eyelid open which no other bird can do in reverse.
blinked emerging feather angels are people along a curved neck it said
an azure flock of them gathered overhead
