Friday, 12 October 2012

Cloudy Conferences

I left you for a clock face like a moon.
Black hands travelling, pointing to
whatever time it felt like as long as it was now.
Artificial thunder hung up like tinsel in the trees
spreading and shaking cavernous sheet metal sounds
as a jet plane carries its load of passengers
to a space comprised of cloudy conferences.

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