Sonnets in the Curtilage [Here is a church...]by L Beckett back to University & College Poetry Prizes
![Sonnets in the Curtilage [Here is a church...] I draw with pentecostal hands, with skein of digits, the roef, the steap laid plans like R. Moses who riptide aside the ring finger. Quick print with the squelch of young prying open sweaty doors and: See! all the “unpeople” to whom, to who, hu? to what BodyCam articulates whats different. Whats the same fugly hearth. What things are nothings. What folks are eggs broke. What ghetto the nursery rhymes about. What images are true testimony, cyanotypie levitated from the mock-up, vision and virtue test. I which cover by fists of hands, slotted out. Halftoning interpersonal.](/sites/default/files/inline-images/L%20Beckett.png)
