The writings of Colin Bolton

[solar bark]

angel not stored in peace from sea to

matter eating liver is solar bark

and the long loom weaving ____ terrors ±

oak tree splits blocks of decomposition

light of island without a brain deceives.

on lofty rocks. Stop whistling and jerk

the dart from the cork target. The pot boils, but the contents

fail to gel. the craftsman is nothing come gods eating treason

but you are cloud arms sweeter. Post no bills on this.

the mark hated bone. as fate leads,

presence diminishes. worse. repetition.

Boards warp. unless kept dry, a cruel ox

winds around the nail you make to lean against.

a white hen passes. The fruit peel cut in thick slices.

and with snakes to pluck the crop is the hand

ladle of love. a wolf fears — i fear necessity.

a cloud of dust stung his tender eyes.

throat badly to a madness of sound 

in the day unknown, and grows as whatever begins 

its own worm there is sometimes savage

be savage bears agree. that our monkey is vanquished 

to all things man. slippery start singing heaven. 

Sever the twine with a quick snip of the knife.