Tags
1132, Cunt, Eleven, Fox, James Joyce, Poetry, Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses, Ulysses
12:45 am
Her cunt crew, the fox flew
The bells are striking thirty-two.
Every moment since eleven
Shall be the next to fall from heaven.
To have or not to have that is the question.
30 Sunday Sep 2012
Truly a conundrum. Somehoe I think you relished writing the ‘c’ word. It’s one of the things I like about you–you don’t fuck around. KB