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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Your Body, Actually
for HC
There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.
One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.
Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets
and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it’s official,
nothing is sacred. It’s official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn
deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?
And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Your Body, Actually
for HC
There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.
One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.
Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets
and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it’s official,
nothing is sacred. It’s official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn
deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?
And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.