Donald Tsang

buy the top off

crap shoot

the groveler I. finding out that the other party has in fact stopped the affection

ours alone

she & she or she & he or he & he or locked in a cage like birds with clipped wings staring through the bars out at the sunlight making its way over the back of the early morning mountains

the cusp

stuck down tied up wrapped too tight blindfolded screaming shouting gagged sweating profusely fists clenched teeth gnashed minutes passing seconds splitting eyes bulging

Paint

in the garden below, cats discuss ownership in electrically synthed voices

Polly

Polly put the kettle on… Polly put the kettle on… Polly put the kettle on… And now she’s stuck

Belle de Fou Rire

Belle de Fou Rire. Tortured franchises of confessional love, the grave- robber set upon his task, that found him moving in above of all that went

Awa the Noo

Dear John,

the storm

long since left there is still a perilous state we are still standing on a precipice the omnipotent storm still raging in our mind

The Sharp Edge Of Steel: Part 3

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