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.

1 Comments:

OpenID gingatao 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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