Saturday, 21 August 2010

old chorale

the cotton lamp & the wild room
slept with the sea to their knees
curved & wept away. & the mirror
derived to breathe to a rhythmic
"all the dying stars had got
within my head" ... their kisses c

harmed like exclusion zone
stamp austere limbs, vivid on blue
weather. to comfort twisted
,to evade,
all those dead stars
gushing from tap.

On the mind clouds Clouded
signature Oblique beak
"greatly magnified" Careless
approach impulsive
paralysis Said the language
ungifted gift By the small
day in its echo
Clue Spit Spat at that
shadow Come back o

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