14 December 2006
uh oh
in an antiquarian
other
country another
green village
green village
green village
sews voices in the hem of the afternoon
and suede lights (pertubations answering answers back)
while the remote surgeon remotely
exculpates jade, uh oh
from my house (by the sea where sonar pings
and cattle turn their heads
in the crepuscular hush
dozing on tinctures)
we see a hawk over perspex burn.
in this Vic-
torian page turner
these terms of endearment are dear.