Path blocked
Deeply am sunk in words,
-thirsty am and in need
-look outside at the sun
-waves goodbye
"But it is…"
I call back
-want to say:
-"...is mid-day so where to…? "
I cannot
-words clog
-they are rocks
-sit in mouth:
-"Path blocked"
Feel me as fire in the crane
-and thrown
-air, speed and rolling
-add flames
Mother is Britain
-USA is daughter
-child of whore is bastard
Ezra Pound, Eliot, Kipling
-play roles, "Siblings"
-I think of relations…
See the whores
-poor bastards
-think of them
-follow some
-love or hate
-and spit…
Find my best in silence
-on which, how
-even why
-story is of words, behaviours
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