Thursday 4 March 2010

Fountain Me

Rich caravans all emptiness forgave
shires and spires in endless catch
the heathen tongue ate a virtue=fruit
virginal alignment tips off complacently
decadent in a pity-empathy lust of all given verse
tired-trying in a caught synthesis

life's enigmas all cloud on a fountain borne
machine skeleton copulates with organic skeleton
a spirit unearthed in drawers

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