overcoming performance anxiety (3)April 30, 2009 at 6:25 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 Comments
Tags: murder poems, poetry, Takeshi Kitano, tattoo poetry, writing
, like they were born into it, those flashes of light and the whirring of lenses, that walk.
The deed done he will return of course to his original skulking, a comfortable resource beneath the cloak that Takeshi had given him now the tribal facial tattoos which had appeared over night were well hidden beneath Bootsy’s sunnies twitch had upset the American tourists. The beard had become irritating. And he had no recourse but to revert to the razor.