Sonnet 3  in the rip of the first elizabeth                        stones chaffinch inch-by-inch to a chink-wall wallow       a vacant avalon                                       timbre and vivid that sickles the kiss of tomb-heavy tongues that song                                                                       that snog                                                  glottal and stomp       volcano and mauve like lovers                                                       ripe inside the epos eater                                       utter and pink-puck as tubas                                          ear-rough as rattle as rope as pourpre                         that reprise the pureé of arpeggiac rip                                               of nawns                             .                                                           …