Glockenspiel My Dorset

glockenspiel my dorset

a corset for the chord, one devils note

one city's sage

anothers less apparent cherry tree.

my hero grows five smiles one hidden kiss

this is this. flat suburban fish.

balding men beneath a scalding sun

while chickens run their fingers through our chairs.

do our eyes dream blood

or do we dance as cobra to an alligator nest?

I have seen the naked mermaid as she swims.