Colour broken
Poached clean in
Shadow soft
Bliss
For
The numbers
Underneath.
Civil
Down there
Breaking
Once
and forever there careless barely faceable
slow climb cool slush of misty morning
Dead light shudders dies in several places
over over over
Once
Colour opened
Crawls up up
Hops a bit
Tricks
For
The numbers
Far above.
What, even the one on your head? ;p
Spot on with all you say. Kind of inspiring too. Nice one our kid - carry on!
im so afraid both my cocks fell off. and thanks laura im just findin it hard to write straight forward poetry at the moment, it's just been done again and again for centuries. Our own genration needs something different to stand out. The future wont forgive us for failing to be original.
For me personally, your latest pieces are a bit hit and miss, but I'll tell you what - I salute your many and varied experiments with language - that alone is massively refreshing. Does it scare you at all?
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kealan coady
Tue 31st Jan 2012 18:24
thank you and that's not a cock it's a fringe malfunction