Monday 5 September 2011

Gentleman Farmer








The calamity of words
lies supreme
ready to spill like
ginger ale
from a
wine glass.

I am tired with
the sameness
of everything.
The performance of
actions
which are being
enacted thousands
of times.
Concrete
existence.


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New York, NY
Tel: (212) 677 2172

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