| Dragging the chalk along an old wall it crumbled. Beyond a mouldy
cupboard and in it secrets on hangers.
(Rusted parts of something in a glass of love-juice).
In the pocket of a tartan hunting jacket a week long list that
begins:
1. Hopeless/considerate:disguise.
2. Record the couple screaming for an album (edit the bits about
being fussy).
3. One backslash leads to another.
4. Open the luminous wound and bleed sparkles into the sea.
5. Scrawled in the dust the moth elegy begs touch us gently, we
may lose our shape if shaken
And then, what does the peeling star mean hanging in a tree? The
sounds you make and the mouth that shapes them. Your tongue will
be the weapon…
A boy running drops a paper cup of worms, many birds observe the
soft pink bodies as they turn to mud as he stomps them.
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