Jeff Clark


The glauzy and noisome Soul-Siphon settles like a brume.

Soul-Siphon settles like ash spat from a dustdevil, floating into
and cooming a thicket.

Soul-Siphon settles on a pigeon's-blood smoking-jacket and
cessed hair of one pouring gin on a piano lid, who is going to
light it and begin the next number.

Soul-Siphon cooms a lounge, then hole hotel