a herons localism 21/9

Matthew Carbery

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were of this

you is not i

this is of as the merit you lie in words & do as done

a fracture just shades the fact of love

my fracture the pillbox cracks ode to the a38 where i learnt to curse

patients of a lull between the line too toed have had at it my billowing against being left remains the ongoing rumble i brass rub us on my shirt sleeve

the fracture shewd you up & you leapt

process the biological not to the mass tied were of this contingency as a language

& it fades the outer trace has its ants to kill as if

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givefor give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for give for

honestly liar dialectical is it? always two, hey, like me & you & a split in the blouse touch the aft end of pleasure you have no idea ruby belly two ways: a hey & a hey a key alarms key your buckets of meaning alarms beneath the wait the key step go away two ways from all windows like, you fucker, me & you see dialectical is reductive self pitying impetuous nostalgic not so much more it is alterity you fucker rudeness in the bush kitsch to have shaved with a spade seen brightly away fill my belly folds with rolling stones i shall sink kinetic & glum her wanton carom cannon barrel is polished his gut instinct was devoutly anti-social

cheated beast my thickets been stalked buys records all must he at have conferred with the rare sub-urban words least jay so such bollocking the wind in six & twenty voices roughly spread across our south east landing radiating your sour bathing in my leftover filth & gone go on one more stuff shes dread poor anklet to have had the memory dispersed a cat of nine tails narrates a glimpse & not stiffly at all took to my starch from semen full doors & their cast shadowing methods act in six & twenty senses roughly gifted

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Dealing out Hand me my Brace The shutters are closed As the curtain is raised To country In question In harnesses A fucking spillage all over My desk space Reclines without the courtly So cheap You look dreadful since you left me though Maybe its my I zip the thing from left to right Cold to have Some poetic space Being As done Youll encounter great oddity My eye sees you Largely Im pretty blinded Does a generation Go on Take it all What use has a long starling Murmur Go On Maroon me Ship building so solely Its on Go on Your turn My Grope This girthy shrug See you Later Land The brand pressed into a palm Allot me a daily sight in mind Swells Rump Our blondie Cowboy outflanked My chase deadened Cut it Out Potatoes grow fingers Look i understand poetry because i laugh at the right parts Alright You win Damage this family A bargain

collect spreads make the toast will you tripped into the lilies but for the blood you dont make toast the perfume got to thinking its done & long what just make it him to be spayed but me and he were buddies surely take the organic metaphor when the brother its the wrong verb has it to give slams doubt never tickles write your digits down my eager notches out on the inside of my collar what toast the bread not feeling so for fray your split hairs knots so fierce hey crimson my wrist sparring at your neck thats better i was only kidding there are brighter slides a trifle yeah, well ill get your coat & in this mode somethings up, isnt it be go on zero

dynamo dynamo take my sleeves jellyfishing a gentle breeze invites starker had seen his cocky glare in confession been bold & revised tailing off at the it you are happy to avoid happy too to plough a not so arable but passed your grain outing focus the pastures scorched