SIDELINED
blade in my jeweler's saw,
you quaver and lock taut
I slice you, waxed,
through copper and silver sheets
your warm hand on my thigh
you leave me now
like a fox to the grapes
j
Patrick's cut
Well Joodles you dared me -I tried
-the bit I also did like but did not get in was
'I tune my jeweler's saw against breastbone and bench' which is lovely
got run herself will be here soon (last days before total retiring!)
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