hear eye go 'urtling
and tings
rival smashers into
lace curtains like meteors
ottoman tulip farms
some out
toward
the crimson yali
washing
a polar bear skin
riding a goat
a dog
while the little wagon
yawns
rumbling pilotless
beneathe the winding grapevines
to push
a hurtling and tings
pushing its stick
in the soft white chalk
lost country
pine barrens
chartless either of all
dungarees
smoking
peckinpaw
lab
rats
piled
in a safety shower
the knapsack
lay
hunkered
in the american tree
Lars Kinsarvik
smooching
to Loki
ice letters
laid out by the bulky lad
skaters
big twenty ton letters arranged
in the infinitely din's
eyes
Ert ling and tings
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Sam Pekinpah=moorcock's end of time for me....bablylon and ting=orb live 93 - an dthe rest! too much! hoki playersZ! can't manage to eat it all...left some on the plate i am so sorry but i did try to smear it into neat bits. Thank you! for the poem. Passing the link along.
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