Sunday, February 08, 2009

Up With The Times And Up With The Birds



I wandered out to the harbour wall. I saw a seagull eating a piece of crow. A wing. When it'd had enough for now it tucked the wing away for later. It tucked the folded black rag under its own wing and wandered towards the harbour wall.
He found a dead mole and slowly he took it apart
Then stared at the gobbets, feeling helpless.
He walked, he walked
Letting the translucent starry spaces
Blow in his ear cluelessly.
Another exclusive coming up for this week's show: newness from our man Invisible A's label Keep Up! - the exclamation's theirs, so let me add mine - newness!

I'm keeping up. Or starting to be getting there at last.

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