Wednesday, 11 August 2010


translation night
the grey cat
glimmer, otherwise empty.

. modes of being
afloat in a cut
shirt & sweeping bees

up after
the party a ghost
with a flat nose.

. says you should have lived
here i acknowledge you are eat
some electric bread

numbers derandomised
puke but can i trust
you to tell those lines, the ones we found.

. drown outside space
someday it had to be hidden
let’s not think

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