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21th
January
2007
January
2007
Between Two Portakabin Windows
It’s hard to get lost
In such a small space,
But dosage to tear
to turpentine fashion
high-heels. ‘just’…
out of place
I mean, what is appropriate when one side looks
Thesameasthenext?
No reflections of birds
No crimes of passion
Prefab Sq. foots of depleting
Slow-motion.
“through,- lacklustre surprise
(nondisguised)
I can’t move something temporary.
Upon, and Fond of well-loved Blonde
It’s company decides;
That
anywhere can be special with just the right people.
And teased by the breeze,
stealing words
from the sequel.
The scarf round my neck
Never warms my cold toes,
I guess there’s not much
Between two Portakabin windows.
Cut-up-a-licious. And true.