Thursday, May 07, 2009

ripple (not many things get written down)

it is an extremely uneven horizon," Niall remarked.

At five o'clock the tissues stuck together at the tip, forming one untypical hull. Opposite, young red babies sprawled between the green knees: watercolour shimmered, things were entire, they were dabs, but was this them?, and the impressions did not segregate from the atmosphere.

picnic among the spreadberries.

The planet city and body was bunged up. Every one of your hopeful exhalations seemed to begin: "Despite..."


The dabs drew close, merging me in them. Was I a leaf?

Is my grandmother, patinaed leaf of her own autumn, palm court and Ashkenazy concertino ......entire?


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