Friday, 4 May 2012


ten thousand miles later phrasing when
the mist peppery bejewelled fringe
in no other words are optional
cultivation / beauteous

the incorrect mind in possession
they were terrible cold kissed
earlier we are mimed then
out of pebbles become seagulls

a cheap room and traffic
nostalgia that revolution
description – pre-poetic.  
Just slept where it fell. 

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