onedit 10 - Jeff Hilson : In the Assarts / naive sonnets

The tiny fleet advances down the sweet track.
1 rest-harrow equals 1 keel.
I’m so pry.
On the other hand cow-wheat.
There’s nothing like it made in England,
hulls everywhere the same size
exactly on the via militaria,
tiny.
On the other hand a coralroot.
This is how I became ace.
Because I’m on phosphate & she’s only a wood-glade
in the beginning I had tiny pockets too
which came first the bitch &
we drifted into oxlip everywhere else.


17 The tiny fleet advances down the sweet track. 1 rest-harrow equals 1 keel. I’m so pry. On the other hand cow-wheat. There’s nothing like it made in England, hulls everywhere the same size exactly on the via militaria, tiny. On the other hand a coralroot. This is how I became ace. Because I’m on phosphate & she’s only a wood-glade in the beginning I had tiny pockets too which came first the bitch & we drifted into oxlip everywhere else.
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