July 3rd, 2012
skelatans to the morning
skeletans out my crypt in the heath of mist,
skeletans my creaking knee,
skeletans bone paste and white basin,
skeletans the oatmeal bread into the incinerator,
skeletans its jumping jack the bread has burned,
skeletans its the ghost off the glass with burial grounds under sockets
skeletans spindling keys and dislocated lock,
skeletans and the isle with the milk,
skeletans the clothes rack of queing things,
skeletans bones and coins
skeletans and the snapping cash register.
skeletan please tranfere yourself back home.