12 December 2008

for dorothy porter

doro t:

fuck a violet tear stained wrist, hey
hi, so west of this brittle leaf
i'm sand and sunglasses afterwards,
she spoke - in meat haiku huskery

we sat on this black barge,
the swan sun wept cellularly, splinters
about thy crucifix's red subtle onion dip
a salad of poems/poetricks
coooooler than a narrative relic

too much thyme thesis
maybe, kill noir
eternal cooking scentury

the newcastle sea spray
a tender feeble voyage
our shared morning zephyrs

the sprayed rock a language
a sonic remnant metaphor
solid, emotive beyond the sun

and then

the page



dec 2008


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