Monday, 30 August 2010

'sault'

hammond / organ epitome drooping about eyelids decorate
your fringes woollen shade & August
you have so little in nature of girls & brogues & 
c21 mysteries lit well revolve w/ east dozens cranes,
transport blowing the very pens: I am owned nostalgia
when the new cheap graze is all my cone cells
& beyond is just suburbs
sweet to toxicity
& knitting.

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