What a word,
The purse.
Disturbed from it repositorial
Endowment,
Uncorrected
And flush.
Like lips--
Like lips!
To pursue to purse you.
My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,
Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,
The cloud lifts.
Lisa Frankenstein, Night Swim, There’s Something in the Barn
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For a while there I thought Zelda William’s LISA FRANKENSTEIN was right up
my eighties-loving alley but that dalley turned out to be a dead end and I
end...
11 hours ago
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