ODES I / 23
Beavers chink on Canadian coins, Chloe
In Orwell’s Animal Farm the spring winds sigh
Babies freak and cry, crying “prick me, prick me”
Only fools fall in lava
A husband’s better than a brother
Is there no end in this world
To the abomination of sound & colour?
ODES II / 8
Even freeborn
Plaid-wearing
Lichen fail
Your broken nail
4 ton of mothers
do rain down on
Rome on account
Of your frame
I walk in fear
With your name
In my ear
ODES III / 1
Be silent poems
to the field of Mars /
now the Dog Star that burns up the fields
Gins is
Tooting fanned by Zephyrs, My
extra husband
or
lost winters
at the pilings of stoke, well-
borne forever
there
is gravy on my flag
with enviable pillars
it is too wet to fly
& I cannot suck it
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