Head lines and patterns

Into the garden, the garden out of season

Back-along; the swirls, the paisley

The Gaelic confessions

With the accordion

Foot tapping

On the boards under canvas

By the bar stool

In the smoky haven

Outside of the gardens

Not now though

Today we are in search of

A more open enquiry

To reach a past time

Or a delusion not yet measured

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Tête avec le fruit

Fruit face; I've wanted to say that for a while

Not that your necklace is unbecoming

But with asparagus tips, tonight's no night for slumming

Twigs laced; I've not told the whole story

But with twelve photographs of your head, organically immersed

You've given us all something to think on, or otherwise disperse

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