The first
All of us Are modes of dust Riding that sunbeam Regardless of who or what we think We are. We are dust particles In sunlight To the dust I say Keep moving To the Sun I say Stay .
Tag: life
One for my baby, one for the road .
Whata drink said the barman Well, I want a tall glass , A touch of misery and madness, A dash of ecstasy, throw in a night mare , A travelogue of journey Some Coltrane train Some Davis blue Heavy on the Pollock Heavy on the Gogh Give me some Debbie Harry mixed with Dalai lama […]
Gone, Gone, Gone beyond
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 […]
Dharma bum stories #1
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 […]
Endless wonderlands
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 […]
Red moon
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 […]
Dinner
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
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 […]
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