Satirical vision:
Saturday is pictures evening,
say family
She knew
She smiled and smiled and seemed to be
She’s black
She’s withering skeins of
Something like love
Sometimes sometimes a poem
Sometimes, avoiding trouble, we accept defeat.
‘Sometimes,’ he said, ‘when it was hot as hell
So they all had tea on the ceiling,
So you is God?
Stay away she told me stuck in there
Stumbling down his own oesophagus
Sure, I’m lacking faith. It’s just suscept ible tangling
Teck time
That boy who loved you
That evening, not so long ago,
That powerful swimmer
That world I knew was all too plain:
The blind man led by a little boy
The chap’s a madman rather than a liar:
The day my father died
The game is metaphor.
the garden
The gentlemen were rough
The Great Majumboes
The grey beast, smiling,
the lady dreams
The language they’re conducted in
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