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The Aether by Chris Lawrence
Peter Harper / Peter Procter (Sunbeam Alpine) N°32 14ème & Chris Lawrence / Richard Shepherd-Barron (Morgan Plus 4) N°29 15ème des 24 heures du Mans 1962 - source Carros e Pilotos.
Mother
Remembering my mum who passed away , her funeral on the 14th July a celebration of a wonderful life our late motherloved the rosesthe one thatswayed in soft arraythat she could seeupon her chairmother in natureas delicate as that roseyet couldshow her thornsnot out of painbut loveto protect and surround uswith a securitynever forgottenand gave us loveunflinchingshe has passedbut like the white…
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Chris Lawrence - Withdrawal [2014]
Weasel in my Veins
urgent silence of four a.m a vixens scream fragments moist particles I tremor sat in the dark garden of absinthe as the weasel in my veins takes fright scurrying into the fermented air of the vessel that is my mind to isolate and design itself a new fate
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All Dandelions Bleed
when I sleep reality slips away it becomes womb to tomb with blood of dandelions on your feet crushed against moist earth you trod as you step each length to the void of open earth coffin recessed awaiting mind unconscious to anything numb in its vitals but where reality has slipped away a joyous nothing awaits
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Orange morphine water tablets
Motel 727 motel where could be Sacramento could be Tallahassee I just know leant on bathroom door she had gone faint traces a rosary under the pillow no names she was nun I was trucker morphine and whiskey numbed my back as we made love shrapnel from a Middle eastern place that haunted me she forgave me tracing scar that fickle line I could not cry So she did instead before…
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