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May 17, 2010

[ .caught.on,film. ]

[ .caught.on,film. ]

swallow, all the sounds
sour static, eating at the
face, the sun-ward sky
turned upside down, water blue
running over, the new
near death policy, where stains
stay in place, grave coloured
coffee cup tombs, shatter on the ground
like falsetto gull cries, shutter shut
wingless, loveless longitudes
cutting the last lines, at the corners of eyes
one bottle too many, heedy answers
found at the bottom, of all the histories
dragging them back in, caught on film.


© Bryan McLean May 17, 2010
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2 comments:

Hollowness said...

"loveless longitudes
cutting the last lines" I love this line, how it reads and sounds.

Cheers.

laine said...

thanks love,
wonderful feedback =]
+laine+