Invocation by Hairbrush

Hardy brown rushwood bristles

Hardly leaping circle fog

Heard down drowning backlicks out now in badwidths

Hierophant's bliss

Sitdthing over spit and slie again

Like luckless gutless loons borne broken-homed on hanging breast

Run down, heartlost, air sinking shush

High, o rare bird, reand and brasze Ubu Roi

Hover-ordered out to mount

Art sneaking, hairdew brushes out