Sheds made from kerosene tins. My tongue wants to skid across vibrant oils.
A collage preserved in a thicket of bedlam. Grace Hawes.
A stripling,. He sings. His voice is joyful. The old ballads come to life,. But that was yesterday. The years pass, we go our ways.
Today I saw his death notice. Loving husband-. All this is foreign to me. Pauline Haynes. Sky covered by clouds of dark grey. Hiding the sun away. Come with me. Down to the sea. The wind stirs the water high. Rolling in Rolling in. Churning the salt to foam. Frothing depositing on the sands. Bringing the ocean spoils. To deposit on the beach. Ocean trying hard to clean herself. Of seaweed by the tonne. Glistening bustamite mineral sands. A crab claw or two. All pretty and blue. Broken moorings. The wind blows stronger. Moving dark clouds. Ever forward. Time to run.
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Too late. Pelt down. Jana Hlavica. The flat grey ribbon. The flat grey ribbon daunts. Black diamond man. I am under skies so violent. Joan Cahill. The concept is abandoned,.
His car is large and embracing. The landscape is rich,. I doze,. This time the cliche grabs me. The known but not expected,. If you visit my room. I shall have to drive you home.
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I shall have to pull over. I should have made you walk. David Gilbey. This transit of Venus is barely visible. As if actually experiencing it in person. The arrogant illusion. Trepidation of the spheres, wrote Donne. And yet some things were yoked. He uses every stroke on the keyboard to forge poems of great dexterity and inventiveness. Artist in the round. Sitting in that old fashioned. Max's psychedelic dream. Romance under nature. Seated comfy in an aeroplane. Hawaiian flower. Looks like. And the ants down there, i know they can't see.
This bird is dreaming. Born from the bleeding wounded. Larissa Davisson Farrell. I feel cold inside.
Cold and dead. Cold as deep space, zero kelvin. Dead like the dark side of the moon. Something may have dwelt there once,. A void yawns where fire danced. Frozen, stony,. I miss the spark in me that gave me light. I walk with hooded eyes.