Europrogocontestovision
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Travel poem
The fields are green trays
The sheep are rice grains.
The vessel is a kaledoscope tube
The triangles all at one end.
These duncecap wings are filled
of petrol, of sloshy burnable petrol.
And down we go.
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