Saturday 15 February 2014

Bus note 89

Wind flattens rental sign and
        fucks gait and pace.
Unhooks blue tarpaulin      
        over erratic lightshow
        of nip and tuck place.
Stink of skunk:
remainderer.
        Pretty girl goes on:
        "Did he think she was on her own?
        Should we like kill her or something?"
Trees pulled up and out
like some idiot joke;
        an almost subject work.

4 comments:

  1. my god what an opener. HELLO.
    !

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  2. Cheers, V. You should have seen that wind going at it.

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  3. The snatch of dialogue captured like a bit of something brittle caught in the pandemoniac clatter of the wind.

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  4. I often note down such things but never know what to do with them. This one stuck; something about the steady, blank delivery of the words.

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