IN A STINKING SHIRTGLUT

in a stinking shirtglut and a donkeyboot bed

life churns

digesting its ninelived stomachs athrough

and the piece of each day is a newborn together

borndead in pictures askew

lives over and over race riot a lion

when gate

leaps up in a mindline, greenaway dun

as grappling onward, the feel is beginning

and spurs in a lemoning run

in light around line, aring mist among white

of road

with a hurtle on car, creepaway home

cry once a wee black blind a guttering backyard

like so much happiness gone

where curve afloat crowd amid rails away fade

tricked life

with the green of a neon, groan of a night

shade rolls across life rid of foldover buses

which chunter to life to die