Little wriggly plugs
plod thru my head sho w
Printing silver princeling plates
of walls
that wring wrong chords
of escaping dream nectars.
Your pitter-pattering illegitimate # Pianissimos # of private loss
Arching tempestuous tormentthat string my wribs.
Those wonderful voyages you send down long corridors for voyeurs like us
You send strenge scarring
You tell me what movie I’ve seen you in
And after these Aeolian accents you tip your sail and tack onand trip
underwards.