Af Williams Poems

Lennon is alive!
He still hates milk.
He comes with music,
the bells of Hillslope hang on ginger cords,
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I had a photo in my bag, it was heavy stuff, man.
Empty catwalking streets of rage.
Empty is a rhinestone-studded staircase of unequal stairs.
Empty does what hope can only dream of.
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Paper-drop eyelid flourish
swirls in saliva solutions

the knife-edge of midnight
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