Christopher Hopkins Biography

Good night my love.
Good night,
my love and truth.
I must give you up,
...

Your love,
just barged in,
knocking over drinks in my safe
little corner world.
...

Deep in the rusting heart,
valves tire of the oxide wash.
Lung and limbs struggle on,
but they have no chance.
...

The sun's accomplice shines
In the tracing paper sky.
Moonbeams do your worst,
With your pale knives in the room.
...

And the sun bowed its head to the day,

and the night bled its ink,
...