He falls across a bed. His Conscience nags.
There will be time enough for exits or there won’t.
Rhyming he once valued makes no sense.
The bed is slippery. He slides to the floor.
[from Running Clean out of Body]
He falls across a bed. His Conscience nags.
There will be time enough for exits or there won’t.
Rhyming he once valued makes no sense.
The bed is slippery. He slides to the floor.
[from Running Clean out of Body]