Monday, September 17, 2012
by hand the waybill the conquerors of night. not a right but a lefturning road
with the soft things not a filter for . or stepson born to however
whence the fly of Leibniz and the gathering gallery and the accumulation of ought
Nah that doesnt work does it Mona she's seized by the high-flown gallery
Coming home thought of love . Tangled arm and leg to shadow on the wall
So Mona in the prevaricated mode ~.
Posted by Clifford Duffy at 17.9.12