There were heart songs
Singing on the radio
Mulled wine brewing by my elbow
Culled dogs lying in the window
And shores sleeves blended into shadows
There were sick sucks stunning in the Bilbo
Mill streams rubbing on the rainbow
Bring boat burbling in the dingoes
Howling at the heat of the shadows
Stinging in the knees and the Nando's
Trailing on the pea body and the big toes
Shooting Red Indians by the Cowboys
Hollering round the wigwams of Geronimo
Saint Suds with potatoes dud
Fortran concluded yellows
Shoals of fish in the shallows
Synthesized wishes of the willows
