Look at the shoes on her aren’t they gorgeous? Her hair, her clothes you can smell the lavender from over here If I’m a good girl Mammy says, when I grow I can buy fine things at a whim but first I must learn to sink or swim.
Sometime we listen but what do we hear? sometime stay still and breathe until a deafening silence opens your senses to the thunderous barrage, war without dimensions, relentless cascade, hate filled, race distilled imaginations, of meat on a block, value per pound, good muscle, good teeth, good bad air to breathe, until the air and…Read more Sometimes We Ask*
Cry, the world says fuck off, I don’t want to know about you, Cry, wait a minute, I’m crying about you, Cry? give me a minute I’m done about you There’s no measure between you or me you’re an arsehole the depth of the grand canyon you’re an idiot the width of a diaphanous can…Read more CRY