• The turnabout poem – this utterly nestled, twisted, bleeding mess of a woman with a famed frame to match her acclaimed face
  • Touch the two-tonne taste = the wanton weight of her favourite best glass of damndastardly anticipation
  • Relinquish these far-pressed feelings, oh please. Spill and instrumentally release your accordion-covered fingernails, finally fair invitingly atop of another man’s shallow asphyxiation
  • Only then and now shall that cigarette smoke with its wisps of ultimate warlord replication feel as though heavenly both hellish and borne out from under-beneath the crisply cut surface of
  • Another wielded, febrile, fertile working world
  • Not one word though, but for the width of his favourite best brain when pressed gently against
  • Her story-boarded chest – tattoo-emblazoned and fashioned-from-derelict-fiction, baby!