Razor

A poem about the useless folly of suicide. Live strong and write on dearest friends and never forget life is what you make of it.

someday late or soon

Someday late or soon an ascendant pre-noon sun will illumine a parched though grassy tomb-yard scattered with roses withered, withering or plastic, and moss-matted, acorn raining oaks,

Lonie 70

phone teaser
Cherry

Can I tell you a story?

Can I tell you a story? Just don't tell anyone, ok. I mean, really I struggle to tell myself.
Cherry

Alice ( Part 4)

Alice is on the loose, not good...

Thich Quang Duc

Light, clarity, avocado ice cream in the morning. Eleison or satyr or something. Her body gives me eyegasms, her dulcimer eargasms, her oblivion is an onion etc.
Cherry

Eva's Beads

The story of Eva's life in a string of beads.

Accrington Stanley, Chelsea, Liverpool, Leeds.......

This really happened

EVERYBODY SMOKES IN HELL

Memories of being stranded in the jungle that was a fleapit hotel on W46th Street and running the gauntlet to the New York Port Authority Terminal back in the wild days of '79.
Cherry

The Bees

...the sting of wet grass...

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