Many moons old, but effective for what it was. Comeonmotherfuckersyoufuckingpricks Come and get it My teeth are raging spittle My hands are bursting fists At a…
Month: September 2001
Untitleable
Her eyes are only closed for a moment, it seems, little hands in little fists, little lips cold and closed, her mother standing guard as…
Last Supper
In any other place you would sinkto the ground and cry your eyes drybut not here – plates and cups clinkand the crowd gathers round…