Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,
I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh
Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room
Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of
Past, present or future
Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to
Wait for another time, a better world.
The love train arrived as he gazed
At her tight behind
A massive attack of d...
Friday 15th April 2022 11:04 am