Tuesday 28 February 2012

Saliva

all hens live in huts at winter

otherwise the neatest embroidery

cut to an eyelash ///\

was no moon nearest


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police hanged by its finger

there are books dedicated

to a dance step / crusher

thimbleful fiery


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da da da da da da de da de

on warm days sugar

on cold days nightmare

trees changing name so cautious


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solemn neighbour

bartering hen

kissing cabbage

s everything remembers remembering.

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