Thursday, 18 October 2012

Apirlesque (Dear Eliot)

Crackling .april.drops.
and your Collected Works wears a smoky
hole between the exclaimations.  It
doesn't look anything like a button-hole but
I'll slip through it a paper rose, if that eases 
the breath?
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