Pam wear me welterweight
beached in butterfly arms
Bright huts twinkle blighty eyes
a disguise.

Faces flair
wished elsewhere
sick cluedo:
Plath
In bath
with turned on toaster
Roller coaster

on slick rails of sleepy lids
down a doused mouth
crooked in upward bend
the baby rattles rattle
rattled in the end
powder descending hills
Till I gobble the goblet further

stump to a tower of transient treats
toss bosses in storms
called Paulie
and shake shake my box in Jest

Pam makkah in hajj
Hell o' a love
I got the bug.