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sean bonney remix

words overheard, misheard, and remixed from an an Openned Poetry reading featuring Sean Bonney

Sean Bonney Remix

A clean blade with magnetic wildwood scum. Wierded weird the final host of the brain slop. We don’t know who, anyway, eclipsed, the final host. A soul net. Oh, pretty, petty, this police system of knowledge. Performed an alien nation with bobs of sound with splintered power, disconnected for not paying the bills. Queen derivative magic and private particular magic. Without entirely sufficient numbers the hyena in a pretty frock is sheared. We’ll meet in hell. Tricking the passerby with official verse culture there are no words for sky, lobsters on their backs. Ok police computer, split the little knots of yr language and expose town and country.


marban said…
Hey Marcus! I'm Marta from Bielsko-Biała, we worked together at Oxford Centre, do you remember? I'm the blond and tall one:-) What are you doing now, where are you working? I'd love to contact you, if you can write an e-mail, here's my address:
marban said…
Hey Marcus!I'm Marta from oXford Centre in Bielsko, we worked together!Do you remember- the blond and tall one.How are you, what are you doing now, where are you working? I'd like to write you an e-mail, so if you can write to me, my address:

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