Columnists
by grimbeau
when did we stop to matter we did not stop to matter we never mattered at all penniless weavers stare blankly upon thread bare looms spinning gloomy yarns recollecting old wives tales through broken black teeth exchange wry sardonic smiles from far beyond a joke lame wit sidles past Buenaventura Durutti sports gaudy cheapo espadrilles twisted barbed wire & cold dark glasses