Exquisite Corpse:Stuart Inman, Philip Kane, Jane Sparkes, Darren Thomas, Megan

Seagulls wheeling around the Delphic oracle-

of my past childhood, I forget you not in honey cannot taste your hippy flower mother-

of all mothers of all elements-

of discordant images, billowing in the midst of time, with indiscreet felons, passing silently-

the broken biscuits transform into doves-

who sip the lips dripping with the blood of the kings conquest,  in ropes of whipped strings like a daffodil, cures like a memory-

lives among the ghosts of red haired women-

in drag, leaning on the sunset, drinking carbolic acid, sinking, softly, sadly, too late-

to find the minotaur’s aunt lost in a maze of dead roses-

in a spiral chested dolls head who stares blankly at the mirror she stole from my lovely gentleman doesn’t mix the lime so I lost him to the games warehouse.


~ by euphorbia on December 28, 2007.

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