Friday, 12 May 2017


theres small gems in the rough salt
an LED gleam on a crocodiles back
i dig for a loose edge with a dull slate
nothing in my hands an animal never had
under pregnant eggs and the yawning sky

and a fog is coming down / its horror film dense
its the steaming factory lube in my atomic clock

and under the yawning sky we all fall and happen
its an opera of dirty cotton / its italic birds

i                            up
wonder                    me
   that it doesnt

into its horrible absence / apparently eternal

Oil painting by Caitlin Hurd, Cows

cows by caitlin herd, oils 2009 from

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