Photographs by Robert Lee Haycock

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Magnifique, vas ou je vais. Vas! Vas! Vas!

"These moldy books.
Your monstrous looks.
No more.
I can't.
I won't."
His hideous heart had only blossomed once.
She claws the ancient unchanged flower from his paw
And sends it spinning slowly to the floor.