Category: unusual
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch and flirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch andbflirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch andbflirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The cross hatcher
Step out of business mode – left brain mode into right brain – and touch the spirits that walk sideways, like Alain Robert, crabwise , sillouheted against the sun, across the verticle cliff-faces of sadness
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Gold is colour of spliced rope.
You can leave me here by this rusted chiming bell but I will not stay … I’m right behind you, all the way. You can leave me here, by this thick green canal but i will not stay I’m right behind you all the way. You can leave me here by this empty fire engine…
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Two.
Two is a number for animals in the ark For opposites man and wife, red and green How many more pairs locked in dynamic, political, opposing, polarity, unable to break free, Are going to whirl through the universe until they are split, must there be?
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Garbage exposed at 3.00am in the morning: a rattling, tri-barrelled, rolling, obscure, happy-go-lucky, pernickity, puzzled, ,switch-blade-wielding garbage, with a knowing smile on its face.
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The Eagle and me.
I CATCH THE CREVICE WITH MY RIGHT HAND FINGERS – and swing out, over the abyss – only the accompaning squeal of an eagle distracts me from the hilarious height. And he has other problems.
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 