Thursday, 30 December 2010


in several years they own owls
those became winter & traffic
sensuously no answer
of such poor eyes
repetition nul
we tramped the suburb
the within external to
exchange, unit, throb

my beautiful toes
pearl shine in terrified
light. it'll rain on seaweed
i'll burn them one by 1.
i'm asleep now
you are watching
everything you love
gently deform.

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