The collar of her jacket had been bothering her from the moment she donned the beige tweed fiasco before leaving the flat. Now she was trapped in a date of the “trying to nail down a life-mate before it’s too late” variety, nestled in a forgivingly private leather booth at the neighbourhood bar.
all roads converge and lead us here where sand and salt meet in loving tryst in quest of riches, wealth and fame whether stage or screen, word or deed our loving homes we bid sweet farewells to pack up debts and books and clothes and check our souls into hopeful hotels with room and keyContinue reading “going out west”
make sure she kills me tonight no kidding she needs to put me out of my misery why haven’t I left yet? have I not proven my worth? is my purpose on this planet not fulfilled? I am not destined for this world please, just end this stupid game put an end to it all
An old man sits with a book entitled The One Minute Organizer, his umbrella dripping against his leg, a pair of reading glasses perched upon the bridge of his hooked nose.
a moment of rest – of peace a second or two to drink in quiet why must man be such a social creature? Needing, wanting, sucking, pushing, pulling, gripping, grasping, holding, never letting go. every one a fearful panicked squirrel, never venturing far from the warm nest full of fetal bodies back at home afraidContinue reading “i’m trying to drink, leave me alone”
here, we sit laugh and dance a thousand miles from the world and its worries armies go to war empires crumble and we throw ourselves a party
against time and the dizzy flows of human traffic with heart in hand and tears still wet in his eyes he races toward her to delirium he had drank himself under comfort of darkness and the flicker of screen’s silver the drama of blood and sweat playing before him as he drank, the torrents cameContinue reading “tears”
the water in my bones tales of my people’s woes the travels of my folk take my life to worlds unknown the water through my heart tales of sadness lost in time following that tale to endless joys of forgotten victory
I was seeing this girl for a while. When I say “seeing”, I mean occasionally we would get together, usually at her place, and screw. I’d buy a case of beer and we’d lay around in her hobbit-sized basement apartment all night watching TV shows and get high and drunk, and screw. She was aContinue reading “Sexually Transmitted Insanity”