Saturday, November 14, 2009

if Jill

Jill go shaking the fat of my heart, and the dawn breaking the wind upon my heart, the clearing our heads

If Jill's this on the steps of memory the blocs batter her treasure secret to its
clandestinity

As a student recalled that and others forfending pretending its doubling
round the late
70's and early 80's
and the rough decade
dark Antarctic of its cataract. This way the series was pent out of grape leaves, arbour and chasing nun. She's nun to anyone cares to look.