Mr T. Mandie Speaks

upon the pleading part of time plaited upon the souvenir stitch seams left to bleed to write the story held by the flowers when ...

Crafting a sermon of time Upon a raft of art fine Trenched in a lane Best forgotten at the station Awaiting a turn to board a train Yet dren...

I hold no right to say But complain As I dance in a hollow ditch Having sang an anthem Forever Yet looped on petal troubles. Delayed, ...

We were kids again Jumping in the rain While stripping our thoughts Naked we stood at mercy storms. Queued in desire We held each other'...