Here we are again.
Steeped in the night’s cool and lucid...

The nothing new—
another verse and all...

Bleeding feet.
Boot-soles torn in jagged stripes...

Weak Scottish sun streamed
and pattered...

This is a paltry pain-
one where you may stagger on and on...

This is quite a lie,
so unfurl the flesh...

The girl in the showy, daisy lace dress
in the form of Dian, crowned with volupture...

Mother says
‘You look so tired...

I walk another dollhouse street,
and at the centre of that black desert road...