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Wayne Mason


A Garden Of Flesh

Long fingers caress neon skin dreaming fear and sex emanating from weak men hiding behind
womens milky thighs. In this dense jungle of ragged factories there is no love only violent sexual
clanking of gears hydraulics pumping fear inseminating sad tired minds with seeds of desolation
So here that go had be much worse. Pitter-patter spit fractal gaze on snowy drunken train. Peeking sweeping enough and each other; connected.





Wayne Mason is a writer, sound artist and factory worker from central Florida. When he grows up he wants to be Kannon. His work has been published throughout small presses and he is author of several chapbooks. The most recent, Poet Laureate Of A Dirty Garage, is now available from Erbacce Press.
 
 
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