Bar

I’ll tell ya
it’s not iguanas with bombs in their tails that crawl
it’s the lost work on a comp that’ll kill
ya, and their influx, damn people.

I ask what we want to drink, same round again;
some guy wears pants made of black paint
which makes me laugh at my own,
the night was met by two of us.

Bleach on a film set
gods made of skin
kilns laid back in leather
loose in time.

Dressed in fire.

renemutume

is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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