Fluxus

My heated tears contain stomach acid - piteous shit - feeling sorry for myself having thrown my empty gut's content into the piss-plated Made in Italy bowl They will not scar my face - we only fear such long-term effects on our throats - heightened instances of - that is enough for now - Sit … Continue reading Fluxus

A Calling

It was a pile of bare facts offered on thumbed A4 papers She searched it whilst suffering from acute self-diagnosis but could only uncover Diverticulitis there typed out and slid between other printed sheets filed in black dust-lined trays whilst an old boy too-loudly then too-brightly - grutched far too-noisily about his own complaint to … Continue reading A Calling