The Dog Star, Canicula
virgins and others
my present cv
the defeat of
dead kings
The Hanshin Tigers
Brighter than anything
I would sleep with rustic ulcer
Fanned by Zephyrs’ Arcturus
Stars parching the soil
foxes, The
Fall and thronging slaves,
If neither Phrygian marbles nor purples,
Falerian vines nor Persian nerds
Can comfort one grieving
Why should I
exchange Cunnilingus and Psychiatry
for my Sabine Dale?
This has been your downfall
A cucumber lashed by hail