Sunday, 7 November 2010

resistance & vision

& forgot
the memory of rooms
had lived inside us
like the weather
lived outside us
on streets the scent
of burning violets
someone kisses some
1 under cover of telescope
someone was there
someone wasn’t dreamlessnesses
of a wanderer or lonely it
attests the theatre
will not have forgotten
there isn't a cloud in the snow

(for Richard Barrett)

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