Friday, 26 December 2008

where splendour where gone (for harold pinter)



(i)

what
splendour
where
gone

ii)

perhaps this will do better
when delirious on the verge I think in quite a clearsighted way
as I throw myself into my chattering silence
I buzz the door; you make too much noise,
long silence
for thirty seconds
what shall I do

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