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Thursday, 31 January 2013

Smoke &

Some people sleep
Some people are alone
Some hold hands
& have their pictures taken 
By friends with mobile phones

These are not deep thoughts
For as he poked fun
Her smile at once turned to stone
These are slight reliefs, & as such
They carry my now familiar drone

This place, a fairly regular keep
The leap of faith peeps
From poetry to surrealist art
A neap tide to set aside 
All ideas of an infinite space