redacted poems: conor


Conor “The Drunken T oilet” - redacted drunkenly mistress drunkenly courtezan drunkenly sot “Unredacted Poem” - unredacted He was described as having unusually soft fair hair He carried out tasks for other soldiers Our hope was reifying America Boxer is battered into submission After the mission, Blue, blue White, white T eachers, Labourers, manufacturers, artisans Friends dig the grave, she had a beautiful voice I was just two years younger than several layers of plastic A bitter wind the most violent, the most obscene, the most stupid too much alone.

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