the street is alive whether that life has a point to it or not whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator or that which sucks the absolute energy away from all around it has yet to be seen whether it’s that guy at the party who’s asking everyone for aContinue reading “London at 3 a.m.”
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acanthus road
saw a man asleep on a white couch parked under a sign that proclaimed the street Acanthus Road the name seemed lofty dignified enough to remove any shame and give the man leave to sleep and to dream and be more that what I perceived
finding a home in London
diary entry on an early Sunday morning from the belly button of the old country everyone here drinks too much and smokes too much and once again I feel 2 years out of touch with the popular trends I see at least one fox a night now, gone are the raccoons I once knew neverContinue reading “finding a home in London”
trudging homeward
Saturday morning, five am four grown men on scooters patrol the street apparently for the forces of good while a college-quaffed, patched elbow rich boy drunk waves a fan of torn-off tree branch he inherited from his father it doesn’t matter if your shirt if collared and cost 100 pounds or if it is floatingContinue reading “trudging homeward”
