Monday 3 August 2009

skirt

deep in the wood a face of trees ascending layers, run away, get away
words floating above a stony stream 'c h e s t n u t'
to make things flow
the tiles, always coffee

a yellow letter; the smoked smell of the gradient, suggested fruit,
the French call 'dog's arse'

crunch
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  1. Adrian6 August 2009 at 15:10

    Hi Andrew,

    Today I received kind of an award for my blog and am supposed to pass it on to five others. One of the first blogs that came to mind (obviously) was yours. So there you are.
    Congratulations on being the recipient of a Esse blog é de cetim - blog is satin - award.
    What do I do, you ask? Well, on my blog is a picture that shows that you are indeed the proud recipient of this prize and the rules: name five things that make our life smooth as satin and nominate five others.
    I hope you like it.

    Adrian
    ps. Check out the my old tweets: twitter can be used as some sort of a poetry generator.

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