Saturday, July 3, 2010

aggregate ~ Mark Cobley

wind combs the grass all the colour of the sea

by the fence of red shotgun cartridge

same day hill
open gate
gaslight memory
hay bale

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

It says

jetsam flotsam burst balloon debris by the railroad track

just head north to find the note. go there. now

i am hungry. my stomach is cassiopeia
hung emitting the red sky couplings
deserted station beech fervour by the dead fields

then it is gone

huge misguided night

1 comment:

Gordon Mason said...

Good right from the first line.