Friday, 9 December 2016

Caravan (December)

Caravan (December)

December’s coach of warm daydreams moistens fluid again so they wrinkle, and make their thudding muchness into the aisle whose dry cross’s gone into the great flux of mushroom white that transform slabs and stone wallow. So thick a mortal it draws beforesaids from its box, so they go a controlled tool pouring upwards to the next stone fitting: a rainbow for mode and brief annals. The two caravans at angularity, ticking, are just off for the midsummer leaving behind us these green crests… down through their bolts. Spatterings hissing up as if on vents, plumes reaping the midland references. 

caravan 1

caravan 2

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