Wednesday, 19 September 2012

somebody’s name
a point of grammar arises
she looks
preferring correct latin

head down all that could be
thought of was ‘the plain’
stretching away

on lofty prominence
or nietsche’s mountain in
wound-licking foolishness

sun bathes the east
shadows crinkle the conifers nearby like smiles
and all is well ...

in the machine
a slow movement

re-assess attributes and duties
watch the new teacher’s profile

art is always just around the corner
of the eye
two-dimensional even

everything is so quiet falling apart
they say the writing is on the wall
i will be uplifted sometime soon

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