December 2009
15 posts
New York
our love, a city with no beating heart, was solid, clean and very pretty but lacked that filthy dirty part that lurks in alleyways and underground is dangerous and often shitty but generous too and pleasure bound and having such a super structure forgot to add the electric blood that lights and warms and drives the city that makes it human, and completely good
“I really hate the rushing sea
That took my love away from me”
– My Butt
Fight!
Ever seen two people fight until they cant even get up they are so tired?
That’s pretty much how I feel.
I Did Not Call
Like fickle wallflowers at a dance ignoring our signals
denying us our chances
cell phone towers denied access
remained unswayed
by the impetus of the moment.
With their heads up in the clouds
those modern towers of Babel
made our efforts unintelligible.
So we didn’t talk
until placards announced
that Massachusetts welcomed you
and then we wondered
whether or not close proximity
would grant...
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Get Cape Wear Cape Fly - Call Me Ishmael
It’s one of those times that I, Can’t seem to find the words or thoughts, these hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind, and its not been a matter of days in fact its felt like an age since i last sat down or, saw a town that wasn’t linked by shores. And fatigues soon ignored, as your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor, these are the moments that we live...
