Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Out of great sadness
Come terrific silences
And not so deliberate denials
Only rarely comes great beauty

Was she wearing faux fur?
Or did rivers run with the blood
Of onyx, wildcat
The bucket seats were done out
In walrus hide

I'm on the lunatic fringe
I'll shave my hair,
Wear a wig
join a union,
join a guild

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