Saturday, 30 October 2010

any object whatsoever

different name
narrate the mute
a solitary crowd
truckload of dead
discretionary map

& where you were sleeping
rain on the wallpaper
the mad outside
whispering inside
& fields falling from the map

gloved legs
puke bread
& you left & the thoroughfares & heavens
shimmered into Nothingness & Boredom.

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