Wakefield
it was a Saturday morning somewhere there on
crumpled sheets
on burned car seats in stuck down pool
of dark red ooze
the work the stuff the next event in some
family story both
family stories
collide smashed into wakening not yet the coming of the
words the wound
the who the where the why
a long way off today the cooling body
sticking
gathers in the passion
coalesces blobbing pots for
dipping
into horror pots of holding still those places
never will relinquish time it will always be today
great beginning and ending (as usual) but I think the plot in between is just a bit too mysterious ... just a bit too abstract
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some definite event we have an angle on... not too direct
dark red ooze
horror pots
these work better the less of them there are
... like drugs I guess
Yes, it is astute as ever, it is the draft to surround the pieces called The Murder Book so I best post them. There was a bloke found in a ute out at Wakefield this week and it resonated as always with my cousin's life sentence. So finding ways to deal with this stuff properly.
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