and
The Line

1 August 2014

The line simmers instantly
Dog pisses on garbage, waits to cross

Keith in Nellcôte above the abyss

Poetry too is a performance

These swimming thoughts subside

There is no set formula for calling general headquarters

But we’ll get together, don’t forget

How today became unavailable

A crossing of years and fears

A crossing out
A crossing over of poetry into ecstasy
A blanking out

A blanket wishing and receiving

A success

A succession
This follows on from the lines we already had

Densely arrayed articulations of filth
Today became unavailable
With the smell of woollen bodies
It’s just what happened

Could be something new altogether
Or a break in flow in what had started
The line shimmers innocently
Let me know your thoughts

This entry was posted in 47.0: COLLABORATION and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Related Posts:

Comments are closed.

Please read Cordite's comments policy before joining the discussion.