Wednesday, 17 August 2011


the light under the door
clean clothes & old /
summer “you
were dead as i
is” the street near the door
is raining nearby
multitudinous eyelash
autonomous / serenity / retaliation

walked a mile or so
not say saying
maroon splashes on paper
view from the door
tenderly live
not singing singing
old clothes
& cleanly

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