Seville
by will morris

by silver lantern girls pulverize their drinks as
nausea itches outside in the orange grove.
third day of venom still no sign of sweet latecomer from
johnny my thoughts turn to darker complaint

but field is early

white thorns stream-stings
counter-acts flags yellow

not worship more spasm
worship more spasm worship more spasm

MIRRORS without number from them emerged Nothing
through Extra Hunt lifeless observations
where are those Gifts clear of Recipient? supposed
to be easy according to SNAKE