A frog on the train
The seat is taken She thundered Yeah Well it’s my seat I passively replied We must keep our distance Said the Queen of trains Just then a frog Jumped into my Throat I too will pine For Kyoto in Kyoto For my seat on The 8,21
Spring
They say the mere mention Of a pickled plum Your mouth begins to Water
A Lotus sutra
The day after my birthday I did the usual things, shower, dress , and have breakfast and then prepare to walk to the train station. It was the second month of Spring , and the morning was fresh with the perfumes of flowers. Going up the hill I stopped. I looked across to the houses […]
Pulp Fiction
Has anyone ever read Sophie’s Choice by William Styron. Stingo finds this girl , a rich bored girl of the middle class who loved to talk about fucking but when old Stingo went down looking for the beaver she got all upset,and said, she could say fuck but she could not fuck. I met a […]
A streetcar named Desire
I like guns he said, they get rid of the bad people. He made me sort of nervous , twitchy I mumbled something or other and slid away like a greasy snake in the hot New Orleans night. I was staying at a place called India House off Canal Street. Took the streetcar named something […]
Hey, you look like….
They came to me that night Oh what a night The band played Waltzing Matilda Waited for me to sing as I roared like a wounded bear San Francisco on Green Street , The owner said put your money away The beer, it’s on the house Hey, ain’t you…. That guy No, I said , […]
Comfortably white/ comfortably numb
We comfortably white Barrack for our teams on Those religious Friday nights As footballers crush bodies Into each other There he goes, Rioli , Buddy , Silk, Balletic dancing through myriads Of white befuddled faces Thinking what the hell As we champion their genius , But if they play for the opposite Side they are […]
Junkie angel
After my work at the Mission I’d drop into the bar close by for a drink The name of the place was The John Lennon bar This was no hippy trip it was more grunge and grit The floor was concrete , easy to wash the blood away After the guarenteed fight It was an […]
Walking
I need to put some distance in my legs Have my mind reconstructed from dead to live Take the clothes from my skin and burn the lot Till everything becomes light with light so Walking on air through Pessoa land becomes like floating in space until I hit that big old church And there I […]
Red wine
Red wine pain I rest on my Gatsby My mind circling An eagle on Vulture’s Peak Friends , lovers, enemies, family Coming / going Sand sifts through fingers Granules of eternity Time + time = no time without mind The great cloud follows me Where ever I go I remember to remember The day I […]
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