#820 - Sydney and the giant dog

 

3.iv.22

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Sydney and the giant dog

 

my computer died

far in the weather again

buck up

table basking fly

 

someone is calling the colours

they come

we’re in the other six months now

 

shone to

vast cockroaches

clouds from the always head

 

one of those

eternal archetypal

 

that was true between

tail through legs

a busk

 

look up look down

bone tossed high

frail tin

I take my pants off to you

 

mustard and pickles

just for fun        

 

and windows out

all eyes

 

sun shines on my extra hour

 

a sea resounding so

dizzy in descent

 

things look good to me