Tin Eaters #1 - by
Williamson places an artful composition of numerical and linguistic symbols and fragmented imagery…
Williamson places an artful composition of numerical and linguistic symbols and fragmented imagery…
sea-troughs~sea-tombs~seawalls
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
and this is where you are watching me before the fire and I am
/ lying with the death-stillness on me…
Here it is the boundary with its unfindable /sadnesses…
Did you say it’s made of waves?
/ Yes, that’s it.
/ I wonder what the waves are made of.
/ Oh, waves are made of…
What do you mean when you speak of Scotland?
/ The grey defeats that are dead and gone
/ behind the legends each generation
/ savours…
Maybe love is a walk to astonishment.
/ Or a ship stranded on the shore of oblivion.
/ The infinity in the atom,
/ the treasures…
Happy is the man who knows that little is more than enough.
/ He is deaf to the hindrance of plenty.
/ He herds,…
The hired van speeds down dual carriageways
/ containing us who function or don’t function
/ as chemicals trigger off and trigger on
/ the infinitely…
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