Monday, May 25, 2009

half way home story

is patience making, tat ocean collars.
unit dwellers inner city notwithstanding
“it’s alright” yearning.
not only masculine go fishing
trout, great career  --  fear is hair
falling away, not calm  --  can’t tat
that moderate weather, too forgotten
underneath sunset, storm, daydream.
a hand made ‘best of’
year nothing is here belly up and panting.
skin watches, new tat gravitas.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is one of my favourites but it is too scary, in a way to comment on it for fear of upsetting the poem or something, so I will just say it is one of my favourites.

23/10/09 11:50  

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