Monday 7 November 2011

Perpetual pools
Loose under the eyes
Lose the transitional
Senses of time, affection
Dulled - white spools slimed,
Prise at an eye
In the flecks of black's vacuum.
Resuming ruefully backwards
Boiling into the ends
Jupiter's chalk-broiled dreg blackboard
Yet awning West.
Fissured in wisdoms
The embossed edge - aluminium
Foiled to a blue-black bruise
One stapled grape
12 hour fuse
Oildrums.
Opening wound extract, coming to cool
bleached its porous

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