as eyes seize it
after the session
the hypnotist has a fag
you are feeling creepy
all the euphemisms passed away
when the pragmatist died
all donations in lieu to …
whatever
a wood pigeon
pecking at nothing at nothing
gets fatter and fatter
autumnal menses
nature prepares for the seed
labial leaves
‘tween the thighs of yesterday
the longing for tomorrow
look
where the child points
you may learn something
not one leaf unturned
