And they came across me as I was meditating like a herd of maroon buffalo. Twenty , thirty, forty monks running going somewhere but to where. Was it the tree they wanted, but usually pilgrims walked in slow reverence to the great pipal tree.; why were they running like the wind, did I imagine this […]
Your life is your life Your life is your life Your life Is your life Don’t be Shakespeare Don’t be Dylan Thomas Don’t be Charles Bukowski Your life is your life No matter the damage Your life is Yours .
The retreat began the day after Christmas, it was cold and wet and the day before I had just pigged out on turkey, ham, potatoes, plum sauce, pudding and wine. This was how it was back then. Every Christmas you had to tell a story. Mine was of a time after my mother died. Lonely […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
I was staying at the Adelaide Hostel in Isadora Duncan Lane, San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin district’ , famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as night, the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to O’Reilly’s […]
Clouds are gathering And I’ve been here all day Walls are creeping upon me Lonely days on my wounded Sea. Clouds are gathering And I’ve been here all day I hear the words from the King A group of ravens sing Shadows are falling A night descending My soul disappearing A world misgotten Truths sold […]
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