The Quiet Sun
We trace your violence with methodic unease, charting chaotic ferocities as measured outbursts; a humanised hoax to retain control. As your temper subsides we
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
We trace your violence with methodic unease, charting chaotic ferocities as measured outbursts; a humanised hoax to retain control. As your temper subsides we