I’ll be in your poem if you’ll be in mine. Your eyes are dim but your feet are bright, dressed in this seasons colours. Sheltering from the heat, wrapped in the decadence of air-conditioned luxury, watched by the electric-eye of another CCTV. Rick locked in a box mixing live recordings for the World. Hyde scraping poetry off the streets of the Emerald City. Rewarded by the regular visit to the Bernard Jacobson Gallery, clearing a sonic space between the ears with SUPERMAN.

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Posted by: Underworld on July 23, 2010 @ 11:55 AM
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