To revisit an earlier thread.
IN THE BAR, ZOOM, RAPTLY.
A Simon Sutherland - Keston Armitage Production.
Tonic bombazine, trite again, split bright from the brain,
and this was a bind,
bright assent draws love, and quite out of repleteness: sowing
the [rockery
through firm white soil. An hour's hard labour
as you see fit to lunge at it, timing a gag in the dark
lifted atoms of dust with the point
ridden eminence to raze, even to joy;
and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that
razor's [edge
the bees drowse out, investment peaks and suds
its own unfathomable tide. Like the boy
his soft expression stands, over rapt expression,
dreaming of Pocohontas or Snow White.
And I have a frostbite, and a fine silver necklace; horror thaw
held up to the light.
Pete.
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