LOFTY PEACHY SKIES

 

“I mean, the sun would not have been setting when Temeraire arrived rather high, at Rotherhithe because this was in September afterall. Stiff lips.


 

a snakeskin belt wrapped around a pipe, fig perfume, a yellowing pillow.

YOU CAN FIND ME WHISPERING TO TEA BAGS

WHERE IS THE MEMBRANE

On pillowing clouds

fraying

copper ammonia puddles

Cut across the top of the sky

Rotherhithe, undersides waves

 

“The moon is up, and yet it is not night,

The sun as yet divides the day with her.”

 

Lord Byron, which we which is what we see realised in this painting to thank you, and thank you very much. I can see some both bodies. I said.”

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