Hot Foot 3

Radio silence, nothing happened

how do you feel ill. What's the length

a worm. Nibbled shit. Brighton Law Courts

komboloi, ill divised factional resent. Pass.

Hot Foot 2

My name removed
my traces scattered

away my door, away
for the motive charred

we burned and touched
our hands we loved

a brighter face a grave
a cold a wasp malfunction

Hot Foot 1

Quiverring, grave dirt,

asked the stones

permission 

cold fingered

pulled up

shaken, quivvering 

body body body

no, body,

indelicate motive

away my doors