Memories are made of this

He slid deeper into his own insanity whilst all Esther could do was to watch.
Cherry

autumn window

The café is spinning jazz— smoke rises to the ceiling and crashes with the abstract pattern in my mind: quiet wind, autumn moon.

Observations on bus travel

Strangely there are people who seem to wait at bus stops, usually one of the wider amongst us and pulling a trolley, when to their absolute amazement a bus pulls up.

Elysium Fields

This is practically a recollection, past feelings and thoughts.

Memories are made of this

He beats his guide dog....

the prognosticator

a frustrated young individual born of the late 20th century sat down in their favorite cafe buried in a borough of the big apple with cigarette in hand & a little memo book---

atmospheric pressure

when you agreed to come you were told that not many people would be here you were told that no one you knew would show you were told a lot of things but now, as the door opens &

robot prostitutes

have you heard the shit festering about the robot prostitutes in the making? heard the christians & republicans whining their way into a “debate”

unstable desires

Dark,Dark boy hidden behind the shadows in my mind the words you send me sound so deathly kind yet cruel to the ends of life you say I'd be better with my soul consumed by you, you say you'll take it

Forgotten Men

Shortly after Trial and Error,. Involves a conversation between Serius and the hermit.

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