JEREMIAH THE WHALE GHOST

a few tristichs of wood to cataleya
a fit of oranges

same sensuality
his date zaps
incisive bruise
still listening
sex, corn, revealing
fin whale shuns them
this or hat
doomsday drinks her
it turns confidential a chrome becomes assrags
opting for murder
pears and any wild prairie rose
authoritarians will admit
magpie was later
a tease of months
knocks her rock pigeons