sweet grounds over weighted mowed lawns
and heavy blown branches beautiful
with sullen
music, until and they and the tin into twos
and forelocks
end the sun in elephants � the found should
know seriousness is ours in three-pocketed
witch�s buckets unbelievably scooting over the morning

scooting is life where necks are cupped
clouds, gathered nine strings of her eyes
and berries over our feet the lazy
dive of Norway pine he lies lazy in a life that
lives & ends on sandal flying hips

she marches in sporrans and brushes,
when factories ahead
have mooned the demons, funneled hyacinths
shifted the Mount out of devil's day
with promises of incense & wolf-shadowed tunes
well lit like
clarinets lifting up to life�s air

the emperor sent stitched clothing to the
sun where she was busy carving clothing
of steel-snips and straightened necks

wouldn't you know we are
lost in brambles, fingerpicks & sandals
strings of little moues

the real pipe wind makes our feet dance
crunches life into music, diamonds & dormice �
the wills rise your blood into mine
we reside together this holiday, in saturdays
of goat stew and sunsets



�2006 by PJ Nights