stuffed chair
yellow foam
picks out the static
of names
the small gleam
matte dust
there is lustre
in the lion’s mouth
where slogans
are taped
flowers set
to dry
all streaming
shadow juice
jiggle and twist
brain on a
stem
dumb colours
won’t turn in mud
a blue sky
in the arm
the brighter black
of the image stamp
for Tom, Val & Cato
20XI99
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