Bly me 
blow me
get to know me

Alice 
in the palace
running amuck

Hammers 
where sighs
flaps and buckles
out out she cries

Hosed 
the rose
I suppose

Death 
at its whisper

Everyday 
gets crisper and crisper

Forsooth! be gone
weariness 
bleariness, 
bring it on

Spews - 
falls through

Gains the wind
gets the bulge on

All that nithers 
withers, 
fat feeds on

Slant 
sweet crucible -

Never more
never more
repent the dawn.