Monday, June 10, 2013

Pardon


Immigrants with chalk marks on their coats

An eye in the heel of his hand

One foot on the middle rung

If faith appears at all

Andy's not so self-possessed

She's black, thin shoulders, she's brilliant

She's a river, amoeba, mute little fish

She's a lamb in my lap, perfectly
    
       Perfectly  placed

A Borgian daughter

      Embraced

Conseqent(ial) manoeuvres

Understandable havoc

In her small space

I'm not that kind of person

Sometimes I used to just work

The past is all about us

Sea lions are unpredictable

To get to the beginning

The trouble with rock'n'roll


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