Sunday 26 August 2012

HOT RIZLA




my Rizlas wont stick in this heat
even glue
has
a
lethargy
here

i snatch tiny pellets
from the
tobacco
air/write them
and
glory
in ANY
rhythms
that fall on my threadbare lap

-

when we were young
that was
the only
thing
going
for us/tiny pellets and rhythms on the sea wall water tower

it’s the only thing
ever
going for us/falling art – catch it smile on it
make
it
a
ritual
before its
gone


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