bloody danger everywhere. here. there. words look the same.
dots abound. he followed the road, fell from the sky. the thing
was heavy.
during the day the bus burned up the road.
the nails are sharp, we can split our fingers.
be very cared for my dears.
I am not a silent poet 
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Reblogged this on sonja benskin mesher and commented:
Many thanks to Reuben Woolley, editor at I am not a silent poet
for publishing,
‘during the day’.
today
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