Saturday, 14 September 2013

Logic II

where has my lucky word gone?
what will it do
alone? fear echoes pre-echo.
beware: never mistake paper hats
for paper boats.

the latest haircut
years ago.
shadows shadow the shadowless;
there is no night, neither is there no no night.
remorseless eternity.

there’s a herb
grows round the perimeters
of secure installations
& concealed
woodcutter’s cottages.

ingested it causes
pre-abolition of the past
& pastness of the future
& is a cause
of deadly immortality.

police sirens
Friday night down by the Thames.
the owl is back
calling & calling & calling. a dark rain falls,
darker than the darknesss into which it fell. 

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