In the Forests of Veracruz

We hold to our courage among the rotting coconuts and used condoms. Boards become transformed into devil’s teeth and man-traps are driven by strange electricity. A demon Christ demands magic tricks with fake coins, tangles of wire are pulsating across the forest floor and eating the glass undergrowth amid hog-roasts and wine as if the young girl had never hit her friend with her stilettos.
Stuart Inman


~ by londonsurrealistgroup on October 17, 2011.

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