mrgiles

Poems.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

sixty

i.m. (perhaps)
don't break their
need between thick sheets
to grip frances her fury
writing was ability to succour souls
rhymes predictably became an even nobler application
i mean socially speaking of course qualifying jumps
got undecided tree determinations. A spread leaks sky, warm
bricks that keep the stars in check, hold their place
in moulding ferry timetables, interview opportunities and related matter. Blue, cold,
the park remains (he has to guess), grass rips out her silicon
hood, finally drives all kinds of birds, bats, helicopters into her veiny skull

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