Rob Schackne #785 - "Eight miles high" (for Stu Rawlinson)
for Stu Rawlinson Eight miles high nearly five thousand miles precision & accuracy I recognised almost nothing is it a red thread poem no immediate danger the smell was incredible she saw me I saw her it was a carpenter’s dream furtive with an obvious lean that everyone could see is it an engineering poem one slowly disappears what reason to be bitter unreported for years & left with faculties intact
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ReplyDeleteAnd when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street
That say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own
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DeleteFantastic Rob :)
ReplyDeletecheers mate :)
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