Verse Indeterminate

Don’t mention Lilly’s hieroglyph.

Pennie Rakestraw emailed details of my order; she claimed it helped performance in the bedroom. Freuden Ginnery agreed and lodged himself between

I levitate the hatstand. In theory I could leave, but what comes out is like a language only twisted, not our own.

At the dead centre of a dream where X marks the spot the light switched off, or would have; at the end of the garden where the wild badger stirs in his sett and the alley, damp with fox, hexed

All the clues were in place: I felt the constant in/out flow. We heard of a spate of logos, unmanned desks, gyratory reworked into an accident waiting to happen; the smell of shellfish