shoesfullofdust

rudimentary fragments of a discontinued etherbot 
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poetry

 

High Summer

The city is quiet
all who can have fled
to camp or cottage
to beach and to water.

Still we remain.

(file under not-robot barcode art)

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NOT YET READY FOR THE KNACKER'S YARD

Extend a line beyond the early beats; stretch it,
Like a Scratch Perry dub, true time an' a one time,
Dis time be our time an' a only ours, you an' a me,
Beneath the twig red apple tree; buds a burning.

Stretch the day, make it warm; push back on the grey,
This could be the day; any day but same old yesterday,
Hold it hard and we'll run like dogs, 'neath the sun,
Don't stop. Further, there: see the green? Stretch it.


Errant Missive v0.1.0
received in Fiji via email 30 March, 2004

thank you for keeping this.

Filed under  //   christopher   fiji   knacker   london   ontario   poetry  

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