Sunday 18 September 2011

TAMBOURINE OF DEATH


i am hollow cold blue and dead dead black
then
i am
cracked
by
a
bassline
and
i am
blown
by a chord change
and
i am
lit up a starters low wattage.

i am happy full of bliss thanks enthusiasm.
i am
hearing
the
simple ringing rattle of the tambourine of death
on the iron island bridge
and
that’s
when
i
know
phantom luck/missed opportunity
will coast dry and dig in barbed and i will fade alone and wondering
on
the
close horizon.

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