autopoem1.

 

JUST IN CASE IN CASE IN CASE

NATURALLY ENOUGH, ENOUGH OF IT NATURALLY ENOUGH A GOOD THING

WHEN, IT SEEMS AND SURPRISE, AGHAST

WHEN, IT SEEMED A SURPRISE THEN

ALL OF IT THEN ALL OF IT WENT SUN-STRUCK THROUGH YOUR FUCKING FACE

THING IN THE NATURE OF ITSELF THAT IS LIKE ITS PULSE

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autopoem2.

 

Angelika goes through her great break in the book's spine, a go like never before, creased edge air the face of the page slips onto the floor

all of the same and cut. and again the bird noise screech call bus and cars

there the drone climbs up Kings Cross Rd, I hear the minuture sounds frictions call out loud. My tears more than before

that awful sun sends the harbour always grey, strip the silhouettes beat a path with your hands, the empty farm a desert, as she looked out nothing happens

that stage three steps climb the illusions and those other 'souls' below look without much care, leave the surface leave it to move by the air speaks broken breath

not far away she grew old wrapping salmon in sugar and spice and something drained her of all the fluid and froze her stiff and unspeaking

where the old boy was concerned he was and remains not so much blind but deaf to actual innovation, his 3 rooms in Crown Street rented out of habit rather than his need

we found her needless thoughts grating even years later distilled and errie, floated through couldn't be beaten off eventually led into deeper water and was drowned. nice