Garry Stanton Biography

Crawling on its hands
And knees,
Or sliding serpent-like
On a belly smeared
...

You saw it
all. You saw
too much, I think.
...

I reach into a Grandfather Clock.
The parlour is still,
without ticks
in this dead afternoon hour,
...

funny how we are each
ghosts of the future,
our histories
before us.
...

I place my penny
in the vending machine of
Eternity. It grinds and groans.
Metal on metal.
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