Sunday 25 January 2009

RE-RUN

Terminal Unwording Births Me
take a tie
make a knee
linger ringing thought


on bended me
give me a place
meant
something sent
tacts not lost


connects with


(oh dear old factor reach
men before me)
wax lips lick
seal oh
wet me road heart
odor float olfactory
memory put up

trace a happy fizz
sickle cut lace
a cycle my head forge there
to get forget together
whats between


reign in grafting rapids
sing coarse whim
blend and meant
olive juice soma
ch u n k e a r n able
yourthoughtswith

mine is yours
in space between words.

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