The Colour Transition

Colour broken

Poached clean in

Shadow soft

Bliss

For

The numbers

Underneath.

 

Civil

Down there

Breaking

Once

          and forever there careless barely faceable

          slow climb cool slush of misty morning

          Dead light shudders dies in several places

          over   over   over

                                       Once

 

Colour opened

Crawls up up

Hops a bit

Tricks

For

The numbers

Far above.

◄ Sound Translations Two

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kealan coady

Tue 31st Jan 2012 18:24

thank you and that's not a cock it's a fringe malfunction

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Laura Taylor

Tue 31st Jan 2012 16:55

What, even the one on your head? ;p

Spot on with all you say. Kind of inspiring too. Nice one our kid - carry on!

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kealan coady

Tue 31st Jan 2012 14:51

im so afraid both my cocks fell off. and thanks laura im just findin it hard to write straight forward poetry at the moment, it's just been done again and again for centuries. Our own genration needs something different to stand out. The future wont forgive us for failing to be original.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 31st Jan 2012 13:16

For me personally, your latest pieces are a bit hit and miss, but I'll tell you what - I salute your many and varied experiments with language - that alone is massively refreshing. Does it scare you at all?

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