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3B48 (Impressions of a classroom on the Côte D’Azur)

The light floods in, its coldness a relief from the burning sun outside. The room is sterile but somehow reminds me of rooms in which I’ve sweated in the past – perhaps in dreams. The inhabitants cannot see me. I … Continue reading

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We Caught Up

Smashing bone, I never quite knew how to tell you On the telephone How good you sounded And how good I thought you’d look. Dodging bullets Running past your window I was full of it Cartwheeling under fire So that … Continue reading

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Fragments from “Diatribe”

Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, yeah, nails drawing blood down to the bone, friend of mine. That’s the way it goes, you need to draw blood and I need to lose some, so scratch away. Scratch at my … Continue reading

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