Call to me frozen you
Primitive out of view
My primitive early phone
Ray of sand, dial tone
Call you back underground
My primitive long way home
Sea-green barge, burial mound
ancient Rome
Fairy lights, smoking lights
Inching from canvasses
Primitive, your face has led
Unto us an emperor
Yak’s Von Teeth, silent hour
Stone and web, google me
Primitive
You in masks or hairs discreet
Lose the beak
Primitive
Bury me, autograph, Julie says
Use my bath, cordon off
Write a sound, early magic
Fable town
You lean out from the frame
Lean to me, call my name
My primitive on the shore
You’re the first I ever saw
My primitive cold in days
Occupied to face the haze
You I love in silent rays
Primitive
Primitive