May 24, 2007

in line
upon line
she
h
u
n
g
her
self
to the beat
to the time
of speed
lying lines
text in flex
weird words
near whale sound
a lexicon of complex
city and dust
something left
in the Lost and Found:
broken and un
bow
owe
'd 

 

—Rupert Mallin

Posted by dwaber at May 24, 2007 12:04 PM