The Waist LandbyGary Langford I will meet you here honestly,
without losing a single sense,
regardless of a thousand small hesitations,
where brevity is lost in terror.... >>
The Melbourne ArsonistbyGary Langford He walks along the streets of childhood.
He ponders the sight of a ten years old; himself.
The kid is lighting a fire and chuckling.
The fumes are untouchable.... >>