Sunday, November 26, 2006

rounded off


Rounded off

off the bell-shaped wind Mona's crinkly pass-
port

It's what happen in harbour of each Liverpool landing. Irish as the wake.
Hell as Irish. Windfarers, beware, pointed ears & eyes
rumour of landing,
and lent.
Not its hour purpose but precipice to the choice.


Jill Deleuze retires her willing vision, tucked codes to other cards and these