Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Great Lament Of My Obscurity Three Comments

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where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt lilies
my son
my son
let us always shuffle through the colour of the world
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Tristan Tzara
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Susan Williams 04 November 2015

Bad drugs, dude, will do it to you every time. I hate to admit it but this poem is growing on me.

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Tristan Tzara

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