Reincarnated mums
lightning bugs’ firmament
walking sundials breathing coffins
jerry-rigged rogering in your outer-space
enter cellular internet’s grow-worm einstein
brakeman hedgehog widowing san diego
musically entwined going down to little not-takens
neo-stoicism jack-hammering up the phonemes
exiting my neck-of-the woods skinny like a weird membrane
synesthesia technocrat idle-wilding all kitten catatonia
begetting no place to quit in the word of a thing once unsaid
imbibe thy akasic sponge if a particular memory remembered limbo twigs
youth is uturning in its cotton tee shirt as a racing flag of the pointed wind
gambling breath just passing on through every impossible holiness
incomplete method’s dream-engine slipping asterisk its celestial rickshaw
in-fielding feels, jogging past think-tanks & land-rovers
under the wizard of already here
LEFT OUT by H.D. MOE
November 19, 2009 by Scot
deuce coupe 
It’s funny you should say that, H.D. I was thinking the same thing in terms of widening the love-language of libidinous letches, and something distinctly divisible by the Isle of Wight, as in The Red and the Black, or hugger-mugger.
J.A.C. (Jackanapes Ancillary Carnival)