all poems surreal Red roofs dissolve under the tongue Dog days in the full beds Come, empty your sacks of fresh blood There is still a shadow here "Head Against the Walls" - Paul Eluard Corner of a Cold Room Morning Rituals I'm running out of laundry A Sunday Stroll five past seven dragon from Blue the mesh of a contusion Closure Rave
Red roofs dissolve under the tongue Dog days in the full beds Come, empty your sacks of fresh blood There is still a shadow here "Head Against the Walls" - Paul Eluard