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ZTK Space

Updated: Thu, 21 May 2020 07:48 am

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I am so broken. broken.


Tin City. Ragged plastic bags of men, Corrugated Steel in makeshift den, Bellies begging bring me meat to chew, For I haven't eaten for a week or two. 'We' are eating Sunday Lunch, Already bursting from a blow up brunch, No time to let, and digest mass, While their skinny selves have had no fecal pass, WHY IS IT, WHY INDEED, DO WE SWEAT SO MUCH, WHILE THEIR STOMACHS BLEED? Michael J Waite.

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Audio entries by ZTK Space

Angel Fire (18/11/2020)

Manchester (The Poetical) feat; Elbow (07/11/2020)

Come and See (Russian Dedication) (22/08/2020)

Glancing Shadows (13/08/2020)

Fractal Enclosures (12/08/2020)

Sirius Blue (11/07/2020)

To Capture (feat Mcrae, Brubeck) (20/05/2020)

Salt Of The Earth (10/05/2020)

Snow In Summer (10/05/2020)

A Council of Twelves For Counsel of Life (24/04/2020)

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Paul Sayer

Sun 8th Nov 2020 07:39

Once again my friend thank you for being there, and your uplifting comments on IED PTSD...

Be Well

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Paul Sayer

Sat 2nd Feb 2019 17:10

Your sample is extremely powerful.

At last a poet who holds my attention.


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Paul Sayer

Sat 2nd Feb 2019 17:09

WOL... Nay The World NEEDS people like you ZTK

Welcome back Michael


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