Archive for all the stuff I call poems that I have written over the last 30 years and that I still continue to write, oblivious to the fact that they might be little more than doggawn atrocious in the eyes of those who might not know how to generate within themselves the bliss invisible.
Monday, 20 December 2010
6-Kilowatt Hospital
highest calibre surgery to deal with casualties, incarnations thought to have packed it shredding away, straddling lattice-like their molestation and audacious genius of the enemy
