Wednesday, February 04, 2009

The Commons 2 // 20

anyway, its not like I'm ill
when I speak / o 'you'
- cold & impersonal -
the cities were built for
wait a minute. no. not 'you'
- nice voice nice sun -
element of necessary terror
'pills' / audible persons ringing
stare at me like a stranger
knotted, o functions shimmering
I use only the driest language
bursts like its interruptions
here is the gravity I vandalised
take it / recognises 'you'

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