From Television/2
I have seen whale-sharks taking krill
In great swirls of ocean splendour
Settled with dust of newborn planets
And have not moved a muscle
Only finger lifted
Sat in silence staring
At something I forgot
I have touched a ring of flowers held by morning
Drunk the soft curves of her neck
The way an insect moves a meadow
The way a summer slips through grass
Alone in this circuitry and light
Through fractured trees leaving voices
On a flickering wave of static
In a radio dream of silence
posted by miller at 1:56 PM
1 Comments:
That was good, the thing is with this angle at TV, you could also write some real shit....I am one for the celebration of the lower leagues:
I saw Quincey solve it and confront it,
The sun always shines when compo falls off that wall,
The sweet smell of Tarrants millions.....the cunt,
And the talent in Winton's eyes shines like Tony Hart's hair.
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