Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Thursday, 28 May 2020
Dream.
Like Ginsberg's cougher singing in his dreams I dream of filling lungs diving deep
1 comment:
Great post, thankyou
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