Don’t let life drive you into some souless cave Without light or hope don’t lose the rage to live Don’t play the victim because we are all victims on the turning of the wheel Don’t go to your death knowing I could have done this or been that If you can’t swim then that’s the […]
When fear hits you during middle age that’s the time to rage at the machine. A rooming house, a turd laid on the floor a good metre from its target. Time to get out of this shit fucked town. It was cold and wet and I was staying at the Nunnery , a backpacker joint […]
The river I stepped in Has changed its course No longer through the valleys Of endless wonderlands Now it’s a grind from day to day My back , my knees, my teeth , Are falling apart the brand new Ferrari is more like a clapped out Model T Ford Yesterday seems just like …….. yesterday […]
I hope I don’t fall in love with you bewitched by your red moon beauty Your seven thousand books you used as a bed , you spoke about Dylan Thomas & Caitlan Did you see me in dogs in space , I was the one always looking sad and lonely I couldn’t distinguish one punk […]
I believe in living in this river of now, everything comes from this listen to the call ,go if you hear it, refuse = regrets , jump into the abyss , there is no bottom , my junkie angel told me not to worry , keep going down as many roads that needs be, one […]
The taste of the persimmon Reminded me of something Erotic The flesh was something Smooth on my tongue Between my thought of her and The plum I devoured the Night before After the wine My friend said Do you like figs
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
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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