flat out on your stomach
an ugly dog trap
in artic silence
it’s me and my carpenters heart
hunt for days
electric
speech of foxes
in an ordinary garden
where has your body been
please come on let the salt water give
and I see it
in the strange nights you’ve bared
with a lasting eye
fall in
to the weight of the ship
and the rush coming in
please come on let the salt water give

INVIA LE CORREZIONI