Clean the basements out every fortnight.
Vesuvius in your ears.
Ferns on the windowsill unwatered.
Jolly for the grieving.
The nightingales are up next.
Come by to the pub, the guitarist has played his best piece.
Come bite sized and dirty.
The wolf chews on the moon.
Leap and be leapt to.
The cubs grew out stretched out – traipsed.