AT THE FUTURISTS:
One of you escapes the city,
One of you will not,
On a table,
You leave two paper cups,
No more clues than that to you ever having been here
(K)
Tuesday 11th October
Karl Hyde
AT THE FUTURISTS:
One of you escapes the city,
One of you will not,
On a table,
You leave two paper cups,
No more clues than that to you ever having been here
(K)
Karl Hyde 