“I believe in Aphrodite, I believe in insane thinkers, I believe in roaring free-spirits, I believe in full-throated poetry, I believe in feverish sex… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“There she stood, hiding; the mother without child, the voiceless woman full of anger. Her smoked nails hammered her evaporated heart snivelling in the… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.” — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Their raspy kisses brand our jam tart necks, their treacherous miasma clasps our herbal thighs. Motherlessly we surrender, too many fathers we have, we,… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing madness. Their tongues taste like fulvous indoctrination.… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Now we lie here, a decapitated generation, our child-like names vanishing on tombstones, can't you see? Once there was Rock 'n' Roll, freedom of… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed to dance alone. Here lies untouched beauty, a brittle… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“They can fly and they howl, they slaughter depression and headaches, they daydream like gangbanging daffodils, orchids and cherry blossoms grasping mauve toffee clouds,… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Love may be able to force you into precarious situations, it may lead you into double-edged bonfires and you don't smell the smoke, you… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness,… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“Banned and lionised by drunken cactuses, eternally sanguine in black and white, raw like the majestic sex on her ruby red deathswoman mouth, silver-coated… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
