Moor

Orange man

The cocoa leaves lift their green heads up and down
painting their hands in night
some days I just get drunk in the moors
the hills they
roll like fate is somebody
they laugh easy
they
ask me which cow is fate.

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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