1 Mar 2008


A see thing mass of spectra
your cunt is brittle
Mrs James put the cat out
left for the night
spectre, speeching for del abre
my antelope is deer
fantasies wrought right
our Eastern sunrise,
laughter at the shopping mall

flowers "take care" disappear
in atmosphere it goes good
brother our Sundays are Photoshopped
re appear now cold like spheres
Tech Station, re education
The Times supplement, a magazine
here, you bent your body in
half I lick your wounds
illumine, disappear

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