Thursday, July 2, 2009

notes from the broken book ~ mark cobley

whilst they find the pages
for which we wait.

it could well be your birthday

via crucis
via dolorosa.

my father's house was
such a fine house with
a lovely.
the beautiful clouds don't

help they just confuse the issue

i have flat lined. i am drifting. they search for things.

little conkers form in the trees. it will soon be time for school

by the river that
has boats and weeds that smell of skin.

whilst waiting
the long ladder leans against the wall (we notice)

like the letter A

like a light coming on.

the long walk to the railway station of parting company

I am on the train home.

We don't hear them calling after us.
But none of this

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