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Wednesday, 23 April 2025

11.04.25

 11.04.25




Granny comes in again

of gliding the noises

you barely speak to, 

each more never & nomore 

hope away in that pace 

that south facing chaise longue

that cart that carries its own road

that stem like instinct calant

how is it in blitzvile? 

the inn of cobblesmouth cramps

London hearth pieces meet pieces 

of Orbital runic ceiling 

walk under quiet divils root 

& finds cloven feet

& you speak by the wayside  

turning themselves into hares

& stealing butter from rain again