31 8 13 - Poem by Douglas Scotney
From the warmth of the second cuppa,
poured at 7am,
it must be 8.30 now.
it's a bit cooler than I...
...I was carried away by visions:
a ghoul in wide-eyed, arms-high laughter;
two Inuit watching the white horizon for the last time
from inside a gaping mouth...
...or watching a movie;
a carved albino gourd...
...or a tribal mask;
two new cigars together side-by-side;
a logo for lesbian lovers,
an eyeball to eyeball Easter Island confrontation;
Brancusi: 'Kiss: Updated'.
My ride has been
in what I've seen,
in, on its side,
31 8 13
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