More than we know down are letters to write. Big hairy rats with dicks this long. Eats like a machine. By day graffiti is. Words, like a shadow, cross a stain on the page.
All little faucets drip.
To light is as language. Years later, to sit in this yard one last time. One had I sailor in foot's grave. As tho you understood every word. Anticipation dilated your eyes.