Jeff Harrison. Scrubby English.

 
greater for no flush of dribbling, a mist bursting much mischief 
a mark was fancy as the words "the stair was growing dark"

slave-
        again
              -slave to draw death from carrion &
scrubby English

                  I've suspected your concentration for some time
I may once again pelt my tormentor's ears with Scottish ballads

seventeen shoulders mortal as the best of us, fancy as the
words "creditable as a simile utilizing the Cranach Press Ecologues"

my eyes troubled the summer with Prussian copies, immaculate
without a weaver's hesitation