One Knee Down in the Common Room
today i wrote an artist, joe, don't be so sad, you expect too much, from others you blame - yeats whined, of course it does not hold - we...
Relationships
Younger I wanted to do a million things Now it narrows And we drift with words Together A little
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The street is wet poetry strolls by and again. Saturday night pounds on rain comes down a yellow tram skates by jazz in the earphones...
In from the Rain
poetry freed me shackles of pain gave way sorrow fell you, there tonight or maybe you're reading this on a train are you or has love...
On our way
But where would we be If it weren't for regularity? Not in King Abdulaziz Int'l Airport (That's where.) On our way. Fuck me, I'm...
Peace (on Earth)
It's morning the fight is over (almost.) Dogs bark at each other in the middle of a busy street awakening. People don't care anymore....
Placid (Solitary Sunset Reflections)
a red-aqua boat on reflecting blue-green waters
Roll-roller Bigger than a Cadillac - Easy - by Large Spade-shaped Leaf Tree
Huge yellow roll-roller U. P. R. N. N. LTD. Gas though probably diesel tank behind seat more varnished than the rest dulled by rust. Huge...
H-anger + Ghat Overdose = Sad Eyes
Shave nice shave I make nice shave You need a shave - You go shave! - 40 Rupees gets you a magic shave
The World Ended, It's Cold and I've Eaten
Exit the too clean restaurant by the back door, Orange light, a cow garbage everywhere music fog and smoke
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two cows in an alley one black one white flanks touching gripped gently by the walls as if a vice were giving. on a hot pink bench steps...
Old Town Scene
Rakesh sitting before his father's barbershop reading the morning paper. No clients yet, hat on because mornings in January can be cool....
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When mid-morning lights smoky skies it is beautiful. The way the sun reflects off the water's edge, sparkling off rocks and trickling...
A Room Far Away
Years have gone by and I still don't know if and when I've done something wrong - direction-wise. It feels as if all roads lead to here,...
Borders
Crossing the border i once met a painter whose passion it was to mess with automated supermarket payment. How much money do you have -...