i)
this world is wired
puppets
impulsed by
words
ii)
i pack a thousand books
words weigh heavily
on my wrists
only time to read
tops of
cardboard boxes ...
forgive me, books.
i throw you
together without
checking the neighbourhood -
Dickey with Alan Watts,
Andrew Taylor with Dylan.
i run between houses
like Ponting
on a good wicket
my 'puter stays put
humming like
a bored barman
I will carry him across
the new threshold soon
him so full of words
and arms that reach out
to all the continents
of the whirled
Andrew Burke
Mt Lawley
2 Nov 2005
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