Thursday, December 6, 2012

Still

situational, room is only room. perhaps
this is only the best. perhaps this noise
the furthest from truth.

if in fact there is noise.

this corner of somerset harbours holes in
the ground, a small plastic duck. the
water remembers the shape of the stone.

if a crushed language leaps. if chalk rolls
through the window or still.


-rob mclennan