Lemuel Johnson

Poems About Prison by Lemuel Johnson

Cold the clammy cement sucks our naked feet a rheumy yellow bulb lights a damp grey wall the stubbled grass wet with …

Magic by Lemuel Johnson

Othello: Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour… The quick straddle will do. for now. nakedness itself is not the point;…

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