Who knew digital photoscreated papercutsso sharp and accuratethey’ll cut anywhere they find:so tread carefullywhen you decideit’s time to cut…
Your words carry meaning,too much meaning.
It was the one thing that we sharedon muddy evenings grained in blueWe awoke with the moon, soaring…
A knockingat the door,the coroner wakes,it’s half past four.