Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (5)


efficiently stealing
when I thought I was awake
I left the land music sleeping
throbbing & urgent on
the circular breath of
humans & other creatures
following those narrow paths
that are understood
to lead to the heartland


water & whisky
& fishmothered garlic
the wood wild blades
chorus themselves

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