Vacant
sat in.......chair
music....in..ear
that magpie in
structing....off
spring on finer
points...is..this
time....wasted
perhaps..a jet
slits.....a cloud
en route.....to
who..can..say
fly on window
reminds....me
of.......nothing
Richard Mason lives in Oxford, England, has never been published and has read once in public to overwhelming apathy.
