HOW MANY WORMS!
Well, what is the difference between a park and a car park?
Was there not already and is there not still a park under the car park, a pre-park, a parklette, a patch?
A larval slump of de-sunned mud, patiently waiting for concrete to be lifted
By some unearthly force, a thousand angels with ropes made of their own hair
A pagan Christ, a crystal rural idiot
HOW MANY WORMS!
And there is magic
But not for you, not yet!
Double-yellow, do we copy it or does it copy us?
Until the fifth century B.C., schooling in Athens was purely oral, musical and gymnastic
The stylus grinds away at the heart,
We can no longer speak to one another
The Age of Plastic
Too horrible to have been predicted
Tupperware-wolves everywhere!
What is Living and what is Dead…
Do you speak in your own tongue or in the sound of the other’s ear
And what is heard when you speak?
And could you eat worms, knowing that they will eat you