Story of O

Your soul so toils – your own/ You dragon – you Ouroboros [loud swallows of lost motifs took your crown] – old Osiris joined your roundings to ‘O’/ How your omphalos tore off .../

I know every bench in Uckfield

I know every bench in Uckfield
& its rigid offerings [too honest
in framing my sittings] but I’m
a blank study to sell as they put
latest prices on my head [Hey!
Have you heard? & other bets .../