dave selby | bob shaw | (we're on the) 15.48 to brixton
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Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Tried You told me not to be so bleak and cynical i told you i had been to Burnham-on-Sea where hate was the new laughter the trip back in a taxi steered by speed to a doorway soaked in piss Continue reading dexter selboy | 3 poems→