ChristI – WINTER’S
perfumeTALE
headturn
hurry to the escalator
stop
I don’t have much
have much of a sense
of a sense of direction
Blue scarf
side glance
umbrella
point back
necklace
go home & come back
yeah
have something to eat
go home & come back
yeah
A creaking signII – WALKING
& wind-chimesHOME
& OrionON A
CLEAR
shoes impactstaccatoEVENING
I remember they drove us
crazy, summer nights
got them … fifteen years ago?
what’s with them?
never used to
twinkle
kept now for tango
wood, with dates of
services, the daily vigil
no wonder neighbours curse
every light
Louise SwarbrickIII – WYSIWYG
the senior
flight attendant
LIFE VEST UNDER
YOUR SEAT
It’s grey outside
a pearl-grey day
Who ordered
dates for lunch?
Time for a change
Friday, October 10, 2008
A Town Like Parataxis (6)
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