My Latest Poem

'Ageism Elf' I've never had a fenced icon in the place I exist yet i'll take any exit with my tiny axe and my Crane net. Red neurology and a heartless nap! The ideal tut. Where the untitled go.. Away from any part of the map! with hotel porn and lemon port paid for with Taxi-Yen, that's as good as anything here.

My Latest Poem

'Raga Man' Eating pasta on a Futura flight and I bet that some of the sardines are both up and air tight. Grind Ink into the canvas. Drinking faster than I have before or will after. Tea. Gin and Tapas, that was dessert, served by the stewardesses, in a sedation tin, above pastures and above the thug-pit.