Sunday 26 June 2011

More words on waking

morning broke like a vase

like a crème brûlée

like a deleuzian egg

an exclusive story

like a window wrapped round a body

like a small clay pot made in primary school

a chalked blackbored stressed teacher

a heart, a glass, a high e string

a tradition, a perdition, a peircing ring

morning broken:

a pellucid canvas dripping moisture.

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