Sunday, 14 March 2010


things turn a colour
like the wind has thrown
waistcoats over them &
make for a moment all anger
stumble a pure
& sequel ocean voyage. goin
g. & a colour lke the wind has etc
hazes into that feeling that it
one time awake & opening out upon
whorl of urbanicity & is shoved up
against oblivious rapid eye monument, there is such
quantity of burns & puncture mark
or another aspect of it was
"humming the words

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