Wednesday 10 February 2010

numbers 46-50

fugitive their
tombs bled
cut as
shimmer-phase
miniaturist
amber reverse of
her wrist &
wildings
growling by
night work

early morning
shelter pallid
matter-mutter
anagogic
droplets
dandyism deity
a situationist
child in the
dovecote gas
lull sickness

what are he say
where is they
each erasure &
& & & clamant
it was i’m
personal that
shots in the blue
dripped via
encyclopaedia
of out for the

exposé linen
always buckets
to slang truck
-hawker klang
somewhere is
message for
someone
somehow truth
on whorl of
winding sleet no

begin to turn
back much of
the day
remained didn’t
know who could
read & also
none of us is
telling also a
smell of sexed
nothing specific

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