way over the other side of the townside dogwalk forest me & him adventuring almost in the sumptuous gnatty green my knife a better one than his & under a vim-scorch bleach sun we found a skull ~ wedged in branches the wrong way round like a warning like a trophy like evidence upper mandible pointing skyward looks like horns with teeth felt real fear hot oil guts warm daylight leafshine was never so bone marrow cold after school 198? ~ was prob a sheeps tailored & manipulated he prob put it there tailoring & manipulating cos my knife was a better one than his ? him or his mad brother one of them pair of forest-scout cunts
old womans Dorian Grey picture has climbed out the attic to paint yesteryears youth-glam face trowel-thick with shaking hands / myopia / golden delusion memory on top of todays collapsed dishcloth skull
no one will recognise her plain naked in her hospital last days
the picture of dorian grey by ivan albright from 1945 film by albert lewin