Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A bronze statue of my twin sister

has toppled into the Rhodes harbour.

Seagulls grin and screech,

fathoms farther.

The Golem rests, having dusted
Cobwebs nest-eggs lusted

Clay man gentle put the kitten in the house,
Thin Colossus frame and whisper female breath

Across the pier.

Tugboat sound.

thanks for this one bill
my sister so much on my mind

deleted a bunch of intellectual bullshit here sorry.

two bonze ducks remend me of my baby sister
treasure hunting at junk shops
the good times

hey Bill, where ya been?
I think we could use more of your stuff around here

i like this poem, sire.

and i go by the same name most anywhere.