Jan De Raeymaeker
2017
-- HOEBOY -- In the thrall of tiredness This hoeboy glowers out his ought ait A blunted oik forking the topsoil Jabbing tines scratching the crumb for plink Sight penned to vacant gyres, slung Between swells and sumps Every fibre lying for the other; belying the need To be free from kinesthesia
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