Tuesday, 4 May 2010

from an untitled poem

this island has little desire to paddle.
water temp. bulletin– waiting for seal
whilst ceasing to check the CO
blending your neuroskepticism;
clock-catheter paradox alarmed as
you swipe / bank balance, a one-bed
declared independent by town hall.
loudspeaker looping electoral & we:
reclaiming ‘bigot’ from bskyb.

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