Sunday, November 10, 2013

good on paper.

Running write till your hand crawls.
Till the biro falls, till the bic stalls.
Till the literal heart of your ink smalls
& the heavens call on your dream walls.
Roll like the stories, short & tall
The literal prose of lucid trawls.
The liberation of a timely pronunciation
Beyond the realms of high tech stimulation.
Beyond the high-vis conversation
The smoking art of communication.

The scribbled stains of meditation
Obliteration V Contemplation.


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