I talk deviant to the deviants
and the deviants don’t like it

they like their unifroms pressed
they like their hums made of silence
and drunk was the wine of the iris

even their licks flee in patience from it all

shadows move low
where nothing collects

the face
behind it
where holograms go into the future


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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