the weather getting cooler, and a tangle on her mind, we met down at the waterfront, as both were so inclined we wrapped up in concupiscence, amid the crates and dust: as ashes turn to ashes and stray thoughts turned into lust we wrestled with our consciences, each other, and the day; then readdressed ourselves … Continue reading "Warehouses, Love and Other Stray Thoughts"
Shanghai, I still remember you. From long quite long so long ago; Your skyline in the morning sun, And me: afraid of shadows When I was young, I foolish was (And foolish am, but that’s beside) I flew around the many worlds That formed my glass enclosure — At distant skylines I would stare, On … Continue reading "Skyline"
ugh. she was awful.
Underneath her bright umbrella On a cloudless, rainless day She looked pretty - pretty angry - And she had a lot to say...
"Stories lose their flavor in telling them..."