By | 1 December 2013

Some days are white
staring deep
into surfaces where
tides push shores,
sand climbs mountains.

The new border
is sometimes
vague though
flamboyant and ever

There’s boredom
in the banlieue,
middle management
cadres deal
in non-core activities.

It’s all mise-en-scene,
twisting towards
but not quite
a lyrical death
now lacking continental lustre.

Perhaps ciphers, emblems,
or fashion’s delirium.
Or figures
in decomposition along
walls and ocean shelves.

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