hes tall & thin
or looks tall because hes thin
& his neck is made of hollows
a deep shadow round his apple
from the
phone stores
heaven glare
in the shopping malls
level one coffee array
~
he is the colour of antiques
& his eyes are wet stones
& i see the misfires under his skin
i dont know him
but i know the look
from those hospital mornings
& the goodbye souls
on pyjama parade
& ending there
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