Sunday, March 09, 2014

Week 42 # 296 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins

Clouds smoke furious against chalked blue canvas;
herbal skin, a rorshached nose:
running up Muswell Hill backwards.
Everyone looks yellow;
the custard girl
on the phone booking the ambulance.
I can’t get a grip,
a grab
or a hold
on the mojo bag;
juggling worlds
into a catherine wheel.

Paul Hawkins

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