Paroles de Yours, And With Ever Grateful Wonder

Punctual to one tenth of one second, most exact I offer her this silent dedication, mother, my meridian Ours, a seamless conversation, your dry wit and my words Float inside more flies in amber than poetry, i'd guess Without your eye they are meaningless The senseless unarrangement of wild things Just as they are, our ancestors Elephants, hornbills, mice and my favourite, anteater You suit me well... The batter spits into his hand and claps Exemplars of art If i were to take whiskey I'd take it straight