white water-spinned blue glass perfectly piped earthworm
rolling precision math circle wet dolphin - smooth
dolphin - rich cylinder cycle later blue-grey
is the new sunset on my lap on the tongue
my beers are colder than the ocean clearer
than the sky the air umbrella filled with
waitresses and their bright green nails
under stars or on them
sparkling new planets they rejoice like hymns dignified pearls' patina
plural me my many
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
