I miss the innocence of time my first train ride on the red rattler smokes and farts , looking out the window to a landscape as strange as the moon I was there with my father as he umpired his last game to screams of you white maggot , you piece of white shit what […]
we wore pork pie hats we listened to Patti Smith rage we made love on your old milk crate bed my blood in your veins I bought you a book of love poems by Neruda you gave me your mouth bending into morning my tongue trailed along your back you quivering in the soft light […]
three people on a beach in Skye different countries holding three things bread cheese and wine no conversation eating drinking silence overhead the pelican acknowledges the land and sea where are you going where am I ?
Christian prayer on a sea of shit in a Hindu world. Mary and Kali two faces of the divine virginal and wild. I watched the outline of her body. through the veiled curtain. I sat and watched in silence as she faced the other way. The curve of her hips and arse so perfect in […]
To be vulnerable is beautiful to fall down is beautiful to get off your knees is beautiful for you need to eat dirt to appreciate the earth for in the end and there’s always an end only madmen see
I think of you continually how many years since I held Mayakovsky in my hand at the bookshop by the river two fragile sparrows you with your seven thousand books that you lay down on at night Oh how lucky was Rimbaud and Dylan Thomas, you were Caitlin, a velvet beauty , you could have […]
In the woods away from the main house I stayed for retreat five days and nights. The Hermitage had a small single bed , a table with a picture of Jesus , and a small pot belly stove, outside was a portable loo , and all the sounds of the universe , outside you could […]
Day after day you walk that street to Piedmonte for cigarettes and red wine , day after day you see the same faces , shapes, colours of the day , the cool manufactured types that haunt the cafes, pubs, books open, newspapers spread, an artist is pencil drawing on a napkin, a circus performer is […]
I have never felt more American than this moment. I am a 100 grasses growing. I’m tired of the American Mussolini. I worry for my friends who I know there. I think of my time spent at Big Sur and of my poet friend who took me to Carmel to see another poets house . […]
Do you ever wonder where people are going? Some do the road, the Camino , that’s going somewhere right. I mean it’s a pilgrimage right? The woman next door masked up and all said she did the Camino, goddamn it! She was pretty forceful with the goddamn. Not a bit of ego in her redheaded […]
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