we could neither share
nor tuning
ukulele drift
when perfect house
, parents
children
what I can’t bear, parade
my raining tide
a few white lines
lumbered, across
a bearing
coloured blue,
it staggers down
exactly like the scene
shot deep
we step, record
& thus
relief,
a sugar cause
back focus into
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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