(bracket poem)

r(oss) main, hanging there
crimson hue rolled up and
smoked; chewing won’t suff
ice (ice baby)
(yeah that’s nice, baby)
and still you hang,
choked on a rope (picture hook, look, chinook (etc))
and i marvel at this, your little folk
carrying umbrellas, goats and walkmen,
walk, men, escape the tide whilst lending
yourself as subject matter for a
masterpiece of modern art, cast
your eyes out unto my well lit
room, spanish guitar, peanut collection nesting
in a bowl (i eat one now)
and eyes, yes your eyes, burnt umber holes
burnt into wood – grainy brown stars
dancing for me (he, she and they etc.)
YOUR GETTING US NOWHERE
(peanuts in the bowl etc.)
just keep walking, linseed oil feet
and turpentine will (will) get you there.
and please, if i annoy you, just say
so.

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