Sunday, 31 July 2011


You live near where you live
& a scattering of beaks & a claw
is exemplary a coolness & tears
jaggededly melting in the sun

scratch the words & consider
negation of negation. A field shimmers
= putrid glass. You know you are
imaginary & laugh like laughter.

At the conclusion
music shifts some trees a little & makes them this insubstantial.
You've slept in dangerous rooms
though I'm un-beautiful.

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