city and country

The vagrants have stolen the gate
one, the sun of a stomach
another, proud of a winter road
is made of several lungs lungs made of snow
my freak, and latent bird
ask why they are dripping

Opera and June
the collapsing silhouettes
queer as men and women laughing
the breeze is autumn, nocturnal flares of summer,
fix a mate made of aerial sonsiphere
lies deeper than east

My office unwinds, the dull office mates at 5.30
we are the ground shaken by paint;
the colloquial moon
said to the siren:
‘the better we move hail
the adder, the shrew, the mouse, and the forest, creates a bow’


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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