Cycling the incline and round to the bridge
the girl looked back to town where blocks rise.
Old dog smiled wide pisshead gave joke cheers like friend.
Valerian red and memory red.
Hairs on his arm went up after
some way out.
Air gripped by Sun.
Black cast iron
upturned smile.
Organise unfixed fears.
Ignore boring ghosts.
The water showed but a not yet nothing stillness.
How do you
think it ends?
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Saturday, 20 June 2020
Monday, 24 November 2014
Three movements
Old paper shade with round mouth two human slits
is a person says
sod all
Split wood heart creaks
The phone is a body part
Scratching the head as if I could get in
Rain hammers windows
No regard:
to be of each
other hurts
The wheel an urge caked with real decay paste
You came off at the curb
No trumps no loose limbed truths only
the leaf rot that downs you
University clock chimes a xerox chime
Cold as instructive
Will I always be a human snail?
Yes says the bland walls dayglo flowchart mouth you will
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