Franny's fare these

on the thing beside you
its the vehicule only your beauty
cinched by the hand of wind
which counts


hanker'd by ruin not frost gated by death
but chapped by ballad's care its
yer single scrogged flame counting
each acid flash day


take my mouth in yers sister
as it weakens the bowl daring
your danger like his her
it works sleeves pale wind
narcotic stove culverted pane


or say called by empty you
cut coppers on the end of
before noon campers and their veering
feeling another voice
not her her breasts yours to eat
a smell you know its heart
broken down by please pavement


we'll come back to this later
Not Mona's snow, but Franny's fair fare fair fare