long hours spent in extending dubious enfranchisements to laconic patrons who say(very little)and take me too seriously.
their verdict.burial in a swamp after a long and consistent crucifixion.we're all hemingway christs
you are being watched
every move,in your caper
under cherry blossoms
its a lie
to think we'll be sitting
in the upper house
on the day of the lords choosing
if youve stabbed
then lick the blood
the fault dear brutus
lies in us
that we are
born of a vagrant lust
the papers said
how the bombs failed
that’s how it is
to err is human