Sunday, 27 June 2010

SHOT NO 46, by Anthony Sides

The Louisiana architect spoke in tongues they said: licking shit-rimmed blood the forest computer children sister flowers kisses churches spirals shit smoke picnics a pig witches hills; and because I had a camera him and his cousin kicked my head around on the cobbles under a dull-red fire escape in a courtyard filled with ferns and green sunlight and the cobbles tilted and the light blew around the brick walls in the breeze.

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