Saturday, 3 September 2011

Miscellaneous Collage, Onion, 2011.

Whilst old metric men chatter, outside in obtuse angles

time, winds down and rhymes

with imperial measurements of now.

The tongues of soon, like foreign verbs

spoken by moons, dealing

grammes of parallelograms, to deceased

Greek mathematicians, move accurately

into units of confused union.


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