Robert Leblanc Tin Lizards
Sloppy 7-Eleven soap box orators, holding court and council on piss-stained curbs, the newly defined character of a shared and collapsing destiny, glory faded, by sun, by blood, spittle the color of grey, lungs concretized with coal dust, and alcohol vapor. Halfbent, and drooling, a new performance piece, the fent creating a series of […]
