shot thru the plastic
confines & the corner of the angle
where your mouth drool
& the consequence of judge tongue
lip & dressing of the sentence
out into the secular city
cold with only cloth of sound-bite
& jargon of the pool where he fell
the cops & nouns gather
in the final glimmer of how we feel.




Clive Gresswell




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