By | 1 September 2013

Jericho walls always fall hard on the
ear too many signs luxate too brightly
the eye once we believed in a thing call
it silence a thing like a thing like a
song we believed in a visual dream call
it green that! dream was nothing but balm once
we believed in all manner of things once
we believed we believed nought nought we throw
back our heads & cover the every
word we are but a poet & hardly

good morning & did we sleep well please write
out all your best rhymes say hello to rock
be nice to sky remember to wash your
sticky lines stand up sit down keep those hands
where they’re seen no talking walk backwards &
sing sing sing into the sweet silent green

This entry was posted in 57: MASQUE and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related work: