Call to me frozen you
Primitive out of view
My primitive early phone
Ray of sand, dial tone
Call you back underground
Primitive long way home
Burial mound, ancient Rome
Sea-green barge
Fairy lights, smoking lights

Inching from canvasses
Primitive, your face has led
Unto us an emperor
Yak’s Von Teeth, silent hour
Stone and web, Google me
Primitive
You in masks or hairs discreet
Lose the beak

Primitive

Bury me, autograph
Julie says use my bath
Cordon off, write a sound
Early magic, fable town
You lean out from the frame
Lean to me, call my name
Primitive on the shore
You’re the first I ever saw
Primitive cold in days
You I love in silent rays

Primitive

Primitive

Primitive

Primitive