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Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)

23rd Feb 2010

a trade route
of broken icons

clipped sunlight
with swollen

lymph nodes

did you have a good time?

the blood
the weight
the rubbled

what did I carry?
Who carries?
Who cares?

needles
on the spin

she said I’m no
thermometer I’m no
snag in the ventilator

she said these orbits
need a new orbit

she said you’ll hear
the buzz of cicadas

she said we quiver
on the river with reversible
eyes

Comments

Simon Howard said…
she said I’m no
thermometer I’m no
snag in the ventilator

Lovely! Thanks Marcus :-).
postpran said…
thanks Simon :-)

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