shoes, f***ing shoes
where are you?
the one with spikes, I need!
want to try, if it fits, I like to believe that it won't hurt. in the black heaven I look, when the guitars are all tuned and the stage is full of skeletons chewing the lullabys.
Kool Write Roshan
who is wearing the spikes
they will hurt you if you were wearing them
of if a rock Goddes was burying it into
your naked flesh....lol
Peace Brother
sounds like you're at a death metal concert. There's some sharp sybolism going on here in this almost dream like piece. The shoe imagery reminds me of the curly pointed boot craze that took Nepal by storm for a while.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Has the feel of a strong rant....
who is wearing the spikes
they will hurt you if you were wearing them
of if a rock Goddes was burying it into
your naked flesh....lol
Peace Brother
William