stent
stars scale back
off deep ocean voyaging
fish seek sardine balls
of gut tightening
feasts unraveling in
long twists quick
stabs
of light pulsing with the ebb
in his first real
job he carried anything from
gravestones
to the icehouse shouldering
perishables produce butter
slabs of beef on weekends at
the ice cream parlour eyed girls stroking
his head nursing
his next move
what does one do
when the door to hunger
opens peer into the
empty
raw catch caught choking hollow
out on your own
saliva taste
nothing only
impending
slur m speech cloud
my judment slide
of this dragnet of slips
so slght
this be tide i f
my head my hrt
wh will
wha
wh
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