B.S. Johnson کے بول

Write a book of debt everyone must pay exact revenge in a grotesque way build a taj mahal on vacation time the kid will frag the sap before the ink is dry its as good as any joke I know Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind two unbound lives orderless and grim setup to ensure failing miserably to sublimate a world into poetry but make sure your last intentions known you were dead by 42 there'll be no rigid form for you jammed into a plot that you'd never fit a tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it as you drifted off to sleep my mother set bedtime for me terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit playing in the bath with a warship in it you were gone by 42 there'll be no rigid form for you jammed into a plot where you never would fit a tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it as you drifted off to sleep my mother set bedtime for me terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit playing in the bath with a warship in it