ls lowry, ts eliot and greig burgoyne
Category: culture
poetry doesn’t happen on a thursday
today is thursday
terminological inexactitude
quintessences – part 3
| poem | in | formaldehyde |
| fear | of | death |
gonzo with the windo
continuous pornographic movies
incomprehensible mono-chromatic chaos
the sound of the early universe, before there were ears to hear it
morning dogwalkers walking morning dogs
home is where the hallucinogens are
the perfect opening sentence, then nothing
the beginning, the middle, the end
disgusting, degrading, obscene, shameful
in a weird way, it feels amazing
we need to talk
stop what you’re doing, put everything down, put everything away