With halo from streetlamps;
Beneath the wall
And electro-mechanical whine…
You have eyes that take me away.
Past auto-asphyxiated priesthoods
Further from childhood abuse; closer.
Closer to your urban,
Utopian cloy.
Together we turn
The pages and
Dusted,
Hum.
Leave through the streets;
Leaf through the playgrounds…
Take the pavement
Back alleys and
Grime.
Take me with you.
Through the suburbs;
To the village.
Let us read …
Dusted,
Humming
And write.













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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.
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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.
Beautiful.
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To achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.
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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.
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