Jean Cocteau,
your life was a canvass,
a tapestry of hanging threads,
a poem whose spirit infected
the blood of poets,
an artist of mirrors
wandering the outer wastes of hell,
sifting through urban debris in
pursuit of modern myth.
Cocteau, were you Cegeste?
Or Cagliostro?
In your surreal villa
conjuring a testament,
a celluloid limbo
where Orpheus wept,
then became Jean Cocteau.
Queensland MP won’t recontest after bad behaviour put under spotlight
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The deputy Liberal leader says Queensland MP Andrew Laming will be quitting
politics at the next election.
3 years ago
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