Monday, 6 January 2014

gleaned


'my pants' rhymes with elephants
my head is bigger inside
our cat is restrained in company
your laces are untied

the size of a square is ambiguous
you will sit opposite me
break the silence and pay for it
the answer to much is brie

stuck on the fifteenth floor is a myth
true randomness hides from the mind
the dead of winter will rise soon enough
what you need is a tape to rewind

deep in an owl is a shadow of a mouse
a gunshot rings in the night
one thousand tonnes of rice was required
pressed for answers I darked a lit light

//ends

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