Anthony Robinson

November Radio Hymn


On curating a scrapbook
              
                                             of small bright failures.


Fire burns cool in Autumn's gratitude



What's left?


Brackish water               hem of jeans

                brocade & drywall


that woman, that child                 


                                   what's  right


behind you


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Indistinct smears seen through a pinhole in a shoebox.

We've been to this film before.

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Battling wildlife here in the mean streets of a quaint village.
A young girl eats a cruller.

Geometric abrasion is a term just now invented for what happens to perfect pairs
on imperfect days.

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That was me, then another, cut

across sandcastles & chloroform

the sum of this mess is a very high number

nobody counts to a very high number


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