Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'll blow you for 25 quid she said
or 30 for a bare shaft
then knelt down among the dogends and rusty cans,
her hand with blackened pipe burns
cupped his ass.

her crack cracked cracking ass
pass the numb numbing glass

Has that Bill Burroughs touch. V Good.

Good poem.

They always remind me of soulless zombies existing for naught but another hit off the crack pipe.

Revolution
Dadio
Atehequa

Thanks for your reads and posts....

happy that "SOULLESS " quality came through it was my aim.....D

henri miller might have thought of it first

thanks Sweetwater I shall check him out...D