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December 2013

there is no noise but in the hollow

there is no noise but in the hollow of my ear I hear the swift click of you at a typewriter. Ignoring the cold chilling London 1962 A steady drip of water from the bath breaks you — Your Children… Continue Reading →

Enough

You, who has as many alibis as enemies, still rake across the tired paths we created long ago. Dragging Charon’s stick, your smile, full of blacks and bony whites, Still haunts the very image I once held in such regard…. Continue Reading →

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