Late News Flashes
We’re not lynched yet. Darling, here is the night
when few may catch your face. A Roman legion
has run to the mountains of Wales and begs to marry.
when few may catch your face. A Roman legion
has run to the mountains of Wales and begs to marry.
Sigmund Freud comes crawling through our bed.
It’s final now for Hellenes: Christ arrived.
The French are blowing up my mailbox duns:
I may be reached at Nineveh and Tyre.
The French are blowing up my mailbox duns:
I may be reached at Nineveh and Tyre.