COMPUSERVE poem for a fibre optic person

Greville and the Tombstones are not known for the modern style, but this track has been heavily influenced by my reading of works of the young poets of these days. They are so damn cool and produce poetry with aching, razor titles.

Read some Clementine von Radics.

My belief is that this track by Greville and the Tombstones remains very much waiting for you at the alt-gothic crypt, so don’t worry. Greville and the Tombstones still travel to their gigs by black carriage. (#therearenogigs)

But... the whole lyric can be put in a “tweet”, or printed out on a t-shirt in Comic Sans on a very reasonable student budget to wear at lectures, and it would make a perfect tattoo to impress a sweetheart.

It’s a desperate plea to someone in a void of disconsolation.


It's titled:
COMPUSERVE poem for a fibre optic person

  NevR… do n’t go…

Eve N in the terrors

All will be well … B well

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