[vc_row][vc_column width=”2/3″][vc_single_image image=”184″][vcex_spacing][vc_single_image image=”185″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text]

Oliver Doe


February is terribly warm.

Truth! Truth!.. But then

I suppose that wouldn’t be

reality. The sheets are actually

warm enough for me to think

of your cold fingers

tracing the



my           spine;

must you? I would have preferred

to sleep with you (as they say)

but Patti Smith is wheeling around my mind

“and I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine”

and I don’t want to have you like that. Let’s romance (I’m sorry I never bought you flowers),

I’ll make us two cups of tea. I just made myself two cups of tea…


b. 1994, London[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”Other Artists”][/vc_column][vc_column][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vcex_portfolio_grid columns=”6″ columns_gap=”5″ equal_heights_grid=”true” posts_per_page=”60″ img_size=”medium” overlay_style=”title-category-hover” title=”false” excerpt=”false” read_more=”false”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][/vc_column][/vc_row]