Time Molluscs

Close Encounters

Tower

Dedicate a cycle to the Sun

I dedicate

To the Sun

A cycle

Left undone

I will split in to smithereens

Particles will touch dogs in the Andes

Ladies in Gabon will taste me in the air

I dedicate this to the Sun

The Daughter ought to be

Smashed to smithereens

So she can peel back the layers

Eat out the cream

What a horrible thought

I walk in a cycle

I never pray

But I dedicate

This

To

The

Sun.

I know this face

Florence

The Binger

Compulsive everything

Ram it down

Ram it up

Compulsive thought

Romantic death wish

Mortal harmony

Eating itself up

Eating itself down

I binge, I cleanse

I binge on the scent of skin – dust newly formed

On deep red wine

On meat I tear

Away the year slides away

Binger be not

Louis

Lauren