Monday, 17 May 2010

snow lions

snow lies. detectors. a fierce
sun in my back. sally jumps
along razor blades my lungs
are bald & swim
at the basement together apart
collapsing bluebell equation
a vast earwig introduces
the marquis de sade to The Soldier
on the fields poor creatures
become deretext. the northern
line jumps darknesses & darkness
is a goldened path via my lung
s. sally dries her hair in a kitchen
towel. the police kick the ceiling up.

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