The heart of a solar dance ~ Ren

The arena of a million drunks flows with howls
and among the silence we celebrate ourselves
knocking one world into another with delicacy
delight, and calming our feuds by the eclipsing
yen, roubles, and pounds of well-trained arson!

I drink with the motor sounds and chimes that smack nets
in the grunts and hoopla of animals all weaving and
connecting a day-off in the sun, away from the nonsense
where among the sense of delirium our conversation
is the last burnt echo we know, and manage to create.


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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