Cleaning archives, posting miscellany:
Sir Quatrain Mingus
Here erm comes my birth in three
colours from I ah um a pilfering pilferer
and steal from every a phrase here
a story there of healing grace:
the dive down troughs, the high-out
swells we ride. The prow, my ark.
Oh save me from this place Sir.
Save me Noah Mingus, you
and your bass.