"The smell of autumn is in the air, like a pencil being sharpened in a damp church by someone who has recently smoked a pipe." --Paul Bassett Davies on Mastodon
"Cresting
Silly ways and gay
times
Harmless as marrow
A camp-stool of doors
A beard of suns
Real leaves and brown
glimpses
Acted
A moonlight of accounts
A kind of river
A kind of creature
A kind of flow
A fiddling eye
Reach
People made with
fun
Cresting vegetation
White hearts and silly invasions
A breast of shutters
Existence
An unshaven foot"
--Robot X
No comments:
Post a Comment