Friday 3 November 2017

aquine anonymity

yeah, yeah, yeah

‘what’s with these homies
dissing my girl’

aquine anonymity
a seahorse dries itself
on a cactus

*

around the castle's ruins green grass

*

blue sky

                                         every end of summer

staring at it

                                         the way water

a dead pigeon

                                         moves through trees

*

overcast
 
       a song thrush’s anvil

the sound of

                                 the bottle

demolition workers

                                  empty again

*



Salvador Dali - Seahorse




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