Tag: René Kooiker

so gather up the dust that dwells below bed, the real stuff of dreams;…Continue Reading Day-breaks

He howled against the stupidity of paper walls. Letters never swelled with lips or chest, Like a mind wholly mind, perching Its gooey wings; but still its shit Hit hard ground, hardly a ground That was mine to understand, Although inhuman, always of the world….Continue Reading I found ideas of madness at your door