Disco Dave

2am and Disco Dave wants some

Duck

Just re-edited. Never post late at night. Way too many typos (and the story is never as good as you think.) On to new and better horizons.

Ask what is there to hunt or fish for now?

Your hunting days they're fading now your strength is skinned like a seal-pup your bones they’re like cotton collars needing starch to hold them trousers up.

if blood were time...

if blood were time my heart would be fine i would be lying. losing pints every day each and every friend would get the rhetoric i'd tell them that i'm ok. truth of the matter is

rub bleach into my skin.

wash me scrub me rub bleach into my skin till i bleed those lies you fed me have rotted my insides don't hug me nor touch me don't look at me even your pictures make. me. feel. dirty.

bear and becky and me.

more ink... and why not lets record this life paint our temples graffiti for our souls but the masses can't see hidden shades creating pictures stills moments caught and designs for living

ode to the pirates

shut up & get back in your limo.

a face in the crowd

"The killer in me is the killer in you." -from the song "Disarm," by The Smashing Pumpkins

Signed Off (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

Logged on, Into the fantasyworld, All whom I talk to, I may never know, Signed in, Ready to live a life away from my own, Wanting to forget about my life, Wanting to start over,

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