Cavern
We're dressed to the nine inappropriate lives of our sex dancing to the sounds of T-Rex and striding out on the dance floor androgynous models camped up what for quick as a flash we're out of the door with our mutual respect for the outcast & poor while the others wonder what they came her for we know it's between irony and sarcasm caught between the encircling chasm out of our grasp and the ailing spasm down in the doldrums of the rising cavern. A Book Review of “Spaces” by Clive Gresswell reviewed by Spriha Kant Poetry Influenced by Bob Dylan & Tom Waits from Clive Gresswell Another poem by Clive Gresswell inspired by Leonard Cohen
Fevers of the Mind 