Head hurts
I don't feel like going home or the hospital they come from a time greyer than the grey of ciment more grey than november what the fuck...
thought #4
when do hands lent fuse into chains where does infinity end. the Universe is a fat tourist, short-sleeved flower shirt baseball cap white...
to the art island
no more therapy others are not a pill nor is beer someone on top of the slab cold from an eternity in this pool
thought #65
It's Wednesday night she's sleeping in the other room. upset. no right to be, she partook in the violence in the violation in explosions...
to Berlin
mistakes out of the way we march
Flowers
You read about other people's lives and you think too bad this guy could not keep that simple thing together. Then your life trots along...
now. outside birds chirp - there is something Keys are Somewhere
living in the literary storm is one thing walking face into cold wind sitting in an empty home is another all around desperate all...
The Expanse Beckons
This is a dangerous place I almost killed myself here And now I'm back Though I saw salvation An ever widening corridor of light and love...
note en page qui se cherche désespérément
Sleep, take me over, to the other side, where I can be - listening to the wonderful music of Harold Budd
As the wind sweeps the dusty streets night and day
So many different things happened. Events that changed my life. It's difficult to zero in on one, or on a single theme, and attribute...
Yellow Hotel
Place of horror Writing of you is easy And pointless If not to underline That you are Ecstatic in your disease And your delusion Your...
A Dab of Truth in the End
A humming suggests ventilation of sorts words are abandoning me the former poet seldom published, read by ghosts, loved and hated by...
A Second Floor Room
(and a frame around it all) Outreach from a Building Ether (illustration, hotel, clock tower, path to The Rest of the World) Appels d'une...
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all is new blood tests tomorrow this may be my last day of a life i didn't want there and off now my writing moves it breathes like art...
beauty inside
inside one is a prisoner of love.