Four o’clock in the morning and I woke up suddenlyscared from that inside sound.Checked for you on my sideand you weren’t there,c’est la vie, little voice screamed in my brainand then again, que sera sera. It’s not what I want anymore, baby;it’s what life takes, what time givesand then lets you dry.All along with the … Continue reading Four o’clock →

Intentions unspecified, he glanced somehowwith approvingly familiarity over the alley,entered and began a silent study of the faces on the street. Moving past a tall guy with a dirty beardand a wrinkled face with strong spirit smell, he grinned.It was like looking at his own reflection. Then he stared in silent amusement at the round … Continue reading The girl that smoked →

The air is silent tonight, no more secrets;everything is out in the blue.The stars are unvoiced, no more whine;nothing in the dark. It was a night like this she said she loved him,and it was that once, butamong all the lies didn’t sound true;like dirt after the rain. Jan never answered back, there was naught … Continue reading In the silence of the stars →

The potentials were bright, good family,devoted Christians and all that.The mother down to earththe father had working. Then terminality came,no permits discussed,perceptions irrelevant,devices almost sensible,no clear anticipations. Expectations superseded,required to reminisce the last kiss.Lust numb in acquisition for survival,the good family,the devoted Christiansbecame a fade remembrance had to remake,surfacing only in dark flashes of desperation. … Continue reading Perceptions irrelevant →

Sat on a red light,watching my life going by;so I made a stop in a small pub,the only life glow in a dark alley,“bourbon, no water, no ice”,I asked, for the girl to reply,“in the end we all die.”I felt swiftly old. I shouldn’t drink butI cannot stop the thirst,“fill it again honey”, I said,“bourbon, … Continue reading Felt swiftly old →

The girl in the cafe said,this is the last one sir,no more for today perhaps another day.Jon thought I will take my business elsewherebut perhaps not today.I need a coffee now and a bun,preferably the cinnamon one.And I have enough for just that one,Jon said pointing at the window. Aggravated she looked,you didn’t hear me … Continue reading A coffee and a cinnamon bun →

‘Close the door,’ she said andmoved further in the dark.‘I don’t like the light,I hate the bright.’ She saidand she started crying. He said nothing,entered the room andkept away from the stench.Cheap vodka and sweat,an insinuation of urinein the back. ‘Not drunk,’ she fabled ghostly,her eyes barely moving.‘Just me,’Just, I echoed her tonedesperately.A chorus of … Continue reading Not drunk →

Unprescribed every day conditionsin addition to the dying wealthfare of the streetsand the fading shame of the mercy train,left Jon in a slump of a stateless terrain. Don’t worry, father state is here for you,Danny had said but Danny was deafand things come out of his mouthwithout the importance of listening. So when Jon found … Continue reading Jon & Danny →

Lily’s pot on the second floor,wide window heavy yellow smoke curtains.Years of weedy trips turned the placeinto operatic phantom’s Parisian sewer,all liquid images. Lily never been to Paris,liliums and lilies never travel the worldin cars and planesbut in weed spirit, thick boiling dropsin broken veins. Lily was old, too young for the worldtoo aged for … Continue reading Lily’s bulb →

You see people walking by,plastic bags and artificial smiles,a good day to buy. You are a consumer,one of those plastic bags,your zodiac sign,you sell what you got,you buy what you can. Not now though,morninglights are to buy,nightlights you only sell.What you can. Not age and beauty,that has long gone,sacrificed in the name of want.Later for … Continue reading Your zodiac sign →