Leisure Lee

a slow small town maybe

The Corris Of A Putain

Get Laid Get AI.D’S Lose Weight Get On The Cover Of A Teenage Magazine

Zebulon

Even a small town gets visitors it might not want...

Jumpertown (Edit)

A poem (un)inspired etc... this is the one that started it... blame it, not me

La Reproduction Interdite (Ceci n'est pas une poeme)

And the grouper said:'I'm an artist you know...' I said 'no? Surreally?

Oh Cherry

The wine I drink...

The traffic went North and South

The traffic went North and South He rings me to say he’s eating fried chicken on the motorway bridge with Martha, and I see her slick haired fl-flicking her lips

The horse in question

The horse in question Actually the horse didn’t question anything. Not the hills or the mud or the jittering man in the saddle. It kept pace like a metronome,

Celendine

Celendine She appeared like morning, chin over the grass knots, clean skull wrapped in muslin. John and I sat down by the stream, stretching out similies,

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