She's a handsome woman

Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers,
send for all your absent lovers things

Sheepish wolves
Looking lived in eating buttons,
Wink, just don’t put tour theeth on me

Accidents.
Let the evening in the backdoor,
filled the room ceiling to the floor

Beat backbones
Grazed the poem and make it strange,
I wasn’t born to be a skeleton

Go on,
glob your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens

Jealous orchard.
The sky is falling off the ceiling
while I’m tucking fibs into a cookie jar

Bombed reverie.
It’s useless searching in the cupboards
when everything you have is on your back