The telephone cord ties my tongue soÂ i put my life in a poem and send it to you, wondering if my gesture equates to sending my heart to Rome.
Love tangles like dirtied satin sheets The deafer i become, the louder your voice inside my head The daemons are beckoned to rape me on my dream of our bed Memory is more vicious than death Seeing beauty, saddens me so much that i paint the world ugly In the grey eternity, poems of hurting are labelled pretty Facing the fact is facing the fear Where do we go from here? Babyâ€™s got other men inside her Dry reality incursions me Iâ€™m an old victim of gravity Solitude is not … Continue reading →
Walked out of the pub and the pavement caved in. I fell into this hole where Jesus lived. He said, â€œHey, Man, what did you do so wrong that you made you join me?â€ â€œI loved,â€ i replied. He nodded: â€œSo did i.â€ We opened the bottle and got drunk on our tears.