Monday, 2 May 2011


interpolate ... transform ... spectral flute

day&night scratching the river's scar

with stinking & plausible liprope (embrace/////////////////////////

moving in still gymnastics

a day out with a dead family stray antelopes peck at a wren's ghost

thereafter. the moon was close upon our nostrils.

without perfume, rotting paint greying &

flabby / we'd set fire to the swings in the park & ran out onto the wild road.

you've not stopped laughing yet

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