I smell
her, they say it is cheap, I smell Tweed |
Because you didn't go. It's
because you never left. |
Come lie to me and be my love |
After a hammering of
light |
Everyone suddenly burst out
singing |
Handymen and Dustmen's Mates |
His staring glass eye |
Colander, sieve |
A banana |
Fuck off back to where you
came from |
A Week in December |
A face, and in her eyes, stars |
How she sews. |
Before she was a virgin |
Dear Brother : |
I am able to give you certain
advantages now. |
He has been walking a long
time |
Families, Tribes, Nations |
Deep, far off, in the
strangest pits |
At least I'm not a fish |
Choosing Between Grey and Puce |
Hello, my babies |
Cross my palm with SILVER |
Black, Blacker, Blackest |
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