Heaped Clothes Quotes

“Epitaph.

Not next year, not the next one,
Not the year after that. But ages
From here,

Clad in love stained sleeping bags,
Dying with feet wrapped in endless
Shirts and pillow cases,

Crumbling with 99 flakes clutched
Between thumb and palm, dripping
Yellow cream from twig fingers,
Basking our white haired chests on
Green grassed parks under purple
Skies. Laughing over coffee after
Bath tubs of coffee have passed
Through our guts. Huddled, lonely,
Under heaped clothes, here lay us...”
― Alan Martin, Tank Girl