Friday, November 20, 2009

The Hard Shoulder ~ Richard Barrett

I was a cloud
The selection process used was mysterious
It might be difficult to mistake one house for two but
it can be done
And mythologies can also get confused
/ They will disappear with hard enough concentration
- if the coach moves fast enough
In that spare room, across that single bed
My swollen thumb
Someone who doesn’t notice time / or
notices it perhaps too much
Says: I am still the greatest / I am
the bowling-alley king
That clock is fast
Isn’t it? We’re awaiting confirmation anyway, so
best not to worry.

Richard is currently in transit

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