Thursday, 1 April 2010

the Anniversary

i love you you
are more than a sword to me do you
swing in silvery belts un
til daybreak rings
b? ells of bolts i’m thoughting in
my heads the stampede
yearnings from our burrows yesyes
i love you
never fish for corpse.

except by hailstorm


Tainted pagination bolts upright
winter roses sweat liquor
fierce nickle freckling.

portal instances betrayal

Shake damaged arm off cushions
urban regeneration
shape to lips or lung.

light where it lies spider bath

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