We clean the bones We open the bodies bring out your dead We kill the little We kill the genius We kill the big We kill the ignorant We grow the flowers We stock the furnace – peter/paul [original samizdat]
Author Archives: Peter Paul
dancing with her
shuffling motionlessly across heaven while ballads for the starving play and everyone sings she presses close against me and i know what i’d rather have mad she is and cruel she is but want her anyway this one does special to many others she is not but magic and freshness she gives to me thrashing …