About Nikos.
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Tony Foster
You are puce, the colour of bruised olives
the violence that springs from calm oceans
At six-thirty on a cold spring morning
the cracking of your mental knuckles
warms the globe
You are the roller-coaster upon which
occupants ride blindfolded
The vibration that Ohm couldn't measure
You are pear, more prickle than conference
A cheese grater with no handle
A bible, in Braille, of harsh lessons
the violence that springs from calm oceans
At six-thirty on a cold spring morning
the cracking of your mental knuckles
warms the globe
You are the roller-coaster upon which
occupants ride blindfolded
The vibration that Ohm couldn't measure
You are pear, more prickle than conference
A cheese grater with no handle
A bible, in Braille, of harsh lessons
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