Tony Baker
tootle
Sahara
abbey-teas
Aleatory poem of keen lacunae
new environs in a message
Look at that pretty girl there whose white soul opens the light
a rain of candy
beauty-lure
without a moment’s let-up
On Montserrat
the multiple alibis of song
(a hurdy-gurdy in front of the window)
tour
this sound
then
this sound
then
abracadabra the vagabonds
shan’t die in armour or cabins no no
Romp, chase, race
sing-along
vanquish
the trembling noise defer the night-lever
Opaline
from red to green to legions more
iris dark bluer henna pale lemon egg-yolk argentine
like an orange
yet belfry-cellar-gloomier
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