Poems from asvensk

I In angry lines they crawl along the road The blood and sweat drenching their worn soles, Their barracks built with bullet holes Now walk...
“When we’re asleep no one can tell a sane man from an insane man,” “When we’re asleep” Hypnotized by daytime television. When we’re asleep...
“The love of poetry, Rare in this age of missiles.” Melodies out of place Gentle sińottaś on the oceanrunner Space floating anon until it...
Dark and clean, The night is agape, Waves of the sea: stomach acid pummelling the rocks. She walks along the pier; Tongue silk satin dress...
I have no words now.My tongue confused by fates bemused in cutting away my apathy.Their words serrate arms; The men, The women;The hurting...

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