Denudeade, Junesea,
serfing extra life to
the jittering pinprick.
Baron Verisimilitude
-Thin, reconciling
your liniages, ask
the embarrassment
down from the rafter. It is
not a fun evening,
sitting in your strife
-house by myself.
Without boisterous
thrill and singleminded
doe-eyed watching.
Which was of glass
and blood; a real backyard
of Japanese modernism
and blight. Okay, blight.
