Ow. In fact ouch.
I was just bothering over
these torpid interpretations you see
when, blessed by the grass, I understood the signs
in the round. I felt dated,
much as my contemporaries did.
The clouds noticed.
To be off and running
the distance of a hilltop from old frame
buildings without whose lens no one
seems to understand. Nor can they
move inside when the season decrees sheen:
black yet morbid at the sunflower's
peaked center. Yes you know I
was saying that too. Blank testicles.
Sometimes if we listen without noticing
at the packed city's center other oblongs allude
to what the hotel dissipates.
There were onions at the triangular coated
basin at the center of all aligning
and shy tempests attuned to cottage
meanderings - I mean, save me,
I might not have candle power
to unstring meritable hoops. I say,
have we no thin power rotting
in English kitchens for the duke's children
to inherit like insecure boats
too distant from the onyx horizon?
Planisphere
Is it just me or
Harper Collins, 2009©
Alexandra Leblans
Souffleur de glace
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