Thursday, June 15, 2006


on the run
computer to computer
never a moment to flicker
alongside table
under mouse
gum jumps onto my knee,
mocks me.

warehouse to warehouse
shells of cars crest the hill
parentheses capture and dispell
disbelief in the form of
bridges, of highways, of
victoria park.

jump wide where your feet
find water. move toward the sun and
you will always see. i don't know
how we see in the dark, but our feet find
ways. toes like eyes.
toes like trees.
roots instantly deepened, removed,
simultaneous with each step.

spontaneous and unedited poem
hackney wick

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