Paul Hardacre

Crokodil Tears sleeps in a jumper disconnects wakes in a doorway well before dawn searches pockets for coins needle junk candle the art of the dark continent thinks about morning it is taken in spoonfuls considers himself leviathan master of flesh inertia removes everything leaves only parhelion eyes the focus, heightened by need ties off highways disconnects.

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