29 Sunday Mar 2015
Posted in poems
1972
rain-sprinkled tarmac
evening shop lights petrol rainbow
in the gutter
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
1972 wormhole: 1972
evening & rain & streets wormhole: To my Mum
haiku(esque) wormhole: after the storm
light wormhole: thar she perched
shops wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
years wormhole: 1962
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it is all just bullshit anyway.....
ab ovo usque ad mala
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