Thursday, 29 September 2016



 


up high


royal vagabond still be-leaved


the long aching lines of wichita reaching out


though bearded beats to malvern plain’s green fields


brown trees in clumps are more and
                            more i think of the sandwich maker’s bottom


long lines reaching out multi-dimensional 
                       X-beat jazz sun floods it through blue mist holes


 

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