Burroughs, William 1975
Its so hard to remember in the world – – Weren’t you there? Dead so you
think of ports – – Couldn’t reach flesh – – Might have to reach flesh from
anybody – –
– William Burroughs, “Where Flesh Circulates”
my ice skates on a wall
lustre of stumps washes his lavender horizon
he’s got a handsome face of a lousy kid
rooming-houses dirty fingers
whistled in the shadow
“Wait for me at the detour.”
– William Burroughs, “Cold Lost Marbles”
Watch this interview with William Burroughs from Magivanga Magazine:
Kathy Acker interviews William S. Burroughs – part 1/3
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