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| The Residents Writers Continued |
| Above Kevin & Tom |
A nude sun like your body rises to greet the dawn. I try to cool lips that yearn for the touch of a strangers heat. Sensitive to your glance, I suggest assurance in return a vagueness, on your face. We have wounded hearts in this emotional playground where there are no guarantees. In silent suffocation some rituals are to be observed. The light lances through the moment I feel alone. |
1. shop windows cry out buy me buy me multicoloured multisized boxes tied with ribbons of many hues gold and silver green and yellow red and blue all the colours of the rainbow bedeck the eggs hollow and full creamy chocolate waiting to go |
2. young Ethiopian boy walking sketeton ribs bulging in pain legs unable to carry your feeble weight your head skin tight around your shiny face eyes big with the stare of hunger eyelids invaded by flies in a frenzy of feeding your energy too low to brush off their tenacious attacks child who will never be old dying child who is blameless will we let you die while we gorge on sweet chocolate |
| Easter 2000 by tom ffrench |
| Wounded Hearts by Kevin Brady |
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