harriot + harriott + sound +

The pitch and time of luters
brings atlantic situations
all the way across. the moon
thing is a water thing at
latenight and the table
burst with variation.
the beautiful riot say
I’m not like this and
walk away with hugs to
dig up under normandie.
what’s a black singing body
got to do with it? look at my shoes.
the setting partly frees
the dissonance in compensation
and tsitsi jaji frees the rest.
frayed means are a thingly
jingly nette; you can’t help
yourself if you take too much.