giraffes barely dressed

the giraffes
barely dressed
- hoarfrost

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study desk
a reflection of
a cloud

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day moon
a heron standing on a
frozen pond

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covered in snow the snowberry

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stars are such
arseholes

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underside of a gull day moon

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autumn sky
a sheepdog’s
blue eyes

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light reflecting
on a friend’s a gift -
long night

uncovering turnip bowls and southampton

The pressed wallflowers woo the stepdaughter w/ dried snapdragons. Her backbone is Southampton - a rare birth defect. The wallflowers look for a serum in the old town’s snapdragons. 

amongst the 

fallen leaves 

a robin’s ticking call

They walk from Bargate down the old medieval routes trying to avoid poisoners. The old town path is full of bulges, 90 by some accounts, and many anemone moons, 30 by some accounts. Aware of the Georgian finger breakers and the hothouses the wallflowers mask their wingspan.  

a drunk props up

the old town walls 

winter breeze

Of all the viewpoints of a watermelon the church warden still sharpens his arrow. The traffic goes the way of seafood. Edward the 3rd sowed these wallflowers in spite of the French. Southampton wants to become a country maiden. Some doctors believe that yeast accelerates the disease. 

accidently like a placenta

If you hate yourself it is a natural conclusion to hate everyone else. That was the title of the conference we attended. I lie and tell my friends I am going for the free wine. Hatred expands with my headache and cooly rests in a sleeve. Other times resting with its girlfriend.

winter cherry blossom

as winter cherry blossom

the hole my dentist leaves

I spend the morning listening to Kendrick & studying algebra. The mosaic all the while just winks at me. Mild day outside - the crabs are out looking for cheap food options. The squadrons declare war on Holmlea park all the while taking photographs for their sweethearts. 

the north pole waddles down from the arctic

A matador shows his collie the airship. Unimpressed, as all dogs are by flying ships, it tries to bite its lead instead. ‘If only collies knew the joys of sitting above the earth....’ he ponders to himself out loud. He returns to tying up the frost. The currents from the airship and the disinterested dog, making his task near on impossible. 

a mole hill

crowned w/ snow

winter moon

Gnats sleep tightly, their pillows propped up w/ books on the tactics of the ’85 Chicago bears, dreaming of Albion. ‘It is looking for ceilidh and tennis.’ Warns a weather man.

becoming a frontiersman

licking bureaucracy
the bible dyed red

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divided by a line of bare trees
the muslim & jewish cemeteries

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darkening duplex -
the holiday gift becomes
a frontiersman

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winter sky a parsnip tastes of it

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      Nicolaes Maes. A Woman Scraping Parsnips, with a Child Standing by Her. 1655

soybean & the long haul

Nocturnal anniversary - we use scoopfuls of three-wheelers to communicate. Several years ago the signal men were all sent to the penitentiary. Through his binoculars, pausing to take a sip, he could see the mall order oxidising. WIth each call white flashed from the owl’s throat. A visual culprit the reservoir eventually finds itself. Flashguns brought the bell of modernity to the agricultural community but they already had a good mating streak. At night he cleans his mop.

waxing moon

the covers come free

from the bed

William Turnbull. Head Blue/Yellow. 1956

figuring out figuring out

cutting my son’s fingernails waning moon

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figuring out figuring out my son’s half-full mouth

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the sound of
bicycle brakes
her bright pink jacket

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cuckolded rainforest - finding the bylaws of a bathroom

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Eduardo Nery. Cor-Luz. 2008

christmas lights

christmas lights
a row of
winter roses

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chopping gold beets
a memory of
summer sun

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cold night
a streetlight reflects
on a for sale sign

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stephen’s day
the homeless man
waits for new year

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        Angelo de Sousa . Um Ocre . 2006

a laburnum after the blossom

spring rain
looking through
last month’s photos

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overcast
black-headed gulls come into
summer plumage

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my son’s tears
a laburnum after
the blossom

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windfall apples
a mother walks
her child to school

syrup bees

winter shower a teapot clinks off of a vase

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when the moon is just right a bee will, sometimes, climbs inside of a dead lion and make syrup

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having never cleaned a veg peeler i clean the veg peeler

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long night the sighing of a bus

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custard ratio

custard ratio...
a bank opens next to
grandma’s shit

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donkey rhythm
the hooting of pacifiers

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melancholy
each stone
a new shadow

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schizophrenic windows shining through four agents -
 this world begins and ends in the womb

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      Orientalisk danserska. Gosta Adrian-Nilsson 

a hat becomes a hat

waning moon
my son's
nappy

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morning light
a hat becomes
a hat

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the world tumbles out of her mouth: i’m pregnant

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drums the sound of a duck eating its own liver

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   Woman with hat. Roy Lichtenstein.