Saturday, 7 September 2013

(Language) Objective Dream Work

The strangest strange thing
was I
did not desire
to wake or sleep

Clatter of truncheons
upon police
shields / lips pale
as jetty black ink, there is neither

Night nor day &
down by the river
young men in cardboard hats fish for tempests &
young women in pale yellow dresses solemnly handstand

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