The Sound of My Head Smacking Against a Cupboard
Fancy listening to that do you, you bloody sadist? Alright, alright.
(warning, strong language)
JUST BEFORE I SNEEZED
We’re all very keen to tell each other who we are, which is fair enough, but as every day passes the opacity of this polite fiction diminishes until I look through my self like a chiffon kerchief lying between my seeing I and the banging = branches that sway between the galeing skies of March.