new zealand electronic poetry centre

Leigh Davis

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which is to say- open the doors

get out the wicker basket
Rupert do you find my yellow check
trousers fetching? we are so English
the way we're spoken,
behind the facials.. the white chalky cliffs

very bicycle, how we set our
dominoes out in appropriate intervals
matching some voiceprint on the radio..
'he lay close to her heart,
the typhoon was over and the sky
was azure again.. somewhere in the heavens
overhead a plane droned,
on some forgotten journey.. '



Last updated 6 October, 2009