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Crisis point now, in the Launderette, dead flesh Roasting in the dryer, Flies on a carousel in The deserted chamber, Where we danced our First imitation matrimonial Ceremony, the washing… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Crisis point now, in the Launderette, dead flesh Roasting in the dryer, Flies on a carousel in The deserted chamber, Where we danced our First imitation matrimonial Ceremony, the washing… Continue Reading
bind it tight that loose bag of flesh and bones before it escapes from the bed you made for it and it runs from your over-affectionate lust such a rigid… Continue Reading
This is old forest land. There is no forest here any longer. On the scars that are roads All things blur at speed. In the houses that were hollows On… Continue Reading