mardi, octobre 19, 2004


Oh it’s time for dizzy days
the breath remembers
the guts rip newly
plastic floats
in caps and caps
on the shallow shore
of the Thames

Dizzy days
almost time to make
the escape
from one the entrance
in the other.
Splits the middle,
opens wide
the tide, the sling,
slips, the gulls
that fall, the
boats dock
restless in the
shallow water
of the Thames.

Oh it’s almost time
and I’m in
and out.