Let me out
a room in the house of the dead
read promising reports of Siberia from Fyodor.
Irony escapes me when her blood is up.
Two fratricides and a horse theft cracked it.
Ten years eating flowers
regardless of good behaviours.
is indeed a chronic state.
beady eyed ant eater sits up aloof, contented
nothing left to say except:
‘Happiness writes white; ergo,’…