Winter

winter sun
some trains are louder
than others

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winter vegetables
left on the lawn
a snowman's nose

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hedge trimming 

a butterfly follows

a receding shadow

the turin yarn

held together by things 
beyond our understanding...
winter shower

I went to Turin looking for De Chirico. Instead I found a giant ball of yarn covered in snow and shadows cast by the avenue's marble columns. In the shade a girl sits reading a book about the camera being the biggest liar of all.

god doesn't believe in you

If there is a god he probably doesn't give a shit about you. The same way rocks don't give a shit about you. The same way waves don't give a shit about you. The same way hat get blown around in the wind.

crescent moon
the way her hips pronounce
existence

The evening gown

René Magritte

windows

first dream
reflecting in the window
a woman's face

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overcast
behind the fogged up window
a black cat

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new calendar

a picture of the moon

on a frozen pond

the smallest universe

warm day a workmen's portable toilet

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clear sky
strawberries find themselves
in last night’s rain

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alien megastructure
a speck of dust
on my glasses

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going too far...

going too far..
i eat my
horse

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trip to the dentist
a crocus pushes through
last years leaves

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november rain 

a baby’s cot left out 

for the bin men

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goosegrass my son’s grip

a cautionary tale of wanting to describe being a blancmange if you’re a chocolate eclair

He spends his whole life trying to find objectivity - he looks under rocks; 
he goes to country markets; he visits brothels. etc. In side of it all a 
spider tries to speak walrus; a planet tries to be a confectionary stand. 
A triangle asking for a sweet bun upon realising it is a triangle and has 
neither money nor an appetite, breaks down in tears - why can’t i be 
something else it mutters.

cursing the rain

a man

in a raincoat