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Mar. 1st, 2010|10:14 am |
cunt and tits
I stand
considering
barbed wire
mind hums
nondescript
classical music
I like it best when woven in that rolling way.
(the world itself is round, and twirls in orbit,
does it not?).
anyway
all this is of relevance
as, wearing fluorescent yellow tabard
and clutching clipboard and pen,
I undertake work on a project
( - it attracts little funding – )
to map the geometry,
physical and spectral –
the shadow and substance
the bulk and the absence
the infrasound pulsing
the sibilance the cadence
the consonance, the dissonance
the ratio of wow to flutter, and
the respective rock and sog,
slide and cut,
give and grip -
of the wordstring
cunt and tits.
today I am assessing it
in the context of
light (which, I note, has caused
paint to flake
on that wooden sign);
residual violins;
and this
barbed wire.
the wife,
whilst watching Coronation Street
commented last night that
she believes my work
is meaningless
but
when my graphs are finished,
they will be so comprehensive
as to be ruled safe for use
by schoolchildren.
I chew on my penlid.
look pensive.
I am thinking
look at the sky!
it’s just like an enormous
consciousness.
well, I must get on with
advancing my research,
guaging the measurements.
please, no further interruptions
and if you will linger, no tinkering,
do not fiddle with my mechanisms -
I have a cunt and tits
remit
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