Stabbing a Tree (Killing a Shadow)
The city lights call me on I better be quick or you’ll be gone I’m the man that
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The city lights call me on I better be quick or you’ll be gone I’m the man that
Father, why couldn’t you love me as I needed to be loved? Mother, why didn’t I love you as you
A man stirs in his bed. Half-asleep, he revels in dreams of bloody colonial conquest, the tree lined beaches of
They tell you there is no sign of hope You tell me there is no sign of hope Tomorrow there’ll
Do you gaze down upon her from way above? Do you reach out but fear to touch?
“You’re not very good.” “No.” “Will you return?” Life, Pussy, remember? You came home looking tired, delicate,
Galician oak keels stretch their ribs on Atlantic swells, Oceanus Procellarum. An ancient oak keel stretches its ribs on Atlantic
Sapphire blue my sequence you embrace as emerald green Heed the difference little mind The sapphire blue light bathes you
This is the sorrowful story Told as the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours’ tails
Continue readingEXILED NEAR WILLOWTOWN CREEK (WEEPING WILLOWS)
Sweet terrorist girls, I drink to you… youʼll never know the reason why. Carrion, The Crow wonʼt alight, or play