Garden of lost feathers: Highbridge park, 1978

Bundles clustered in the flickering head, in the light-weight feathered-skull they multiply. In this he saw hope for the hair-twirlers, for muttering mad shufflers in day-lit hallways shaking (his) tethered, floppy long-sleeved hands. Once, in the green, when the graffiti was different, once, under a hundred or so brushed layers of paint, from The City […]

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