The Dread Letter Office
Where the collected poetry from
The Far Queue
comes to rot.
24 Frames per Second
like a runner in black and white
french new wave cool
your feet treadmill cobbled street
your heart seeks to beat
in dreams we run like heroes
the ground beneath our feet
nothing in our heads
hollywood
I hear you whisper
freedom
May 2011
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