to cut a long story short

All those people. speaking of love, and forgetting, of loneliness, and everlasting forgetting… all that talk, about kisses stolen, all the heat, that passed- from your lips to mine, the sour taste that we shared and loved. tonight is adieu night, when i say goodbye, to it all; to you, your dreams, desires of you, [...]

morning

I wake up in the morning, To empty beer bottles of last night, stubs of cigarettes smoked, Lying desolate in a cup full of ashes, A plate of dinner half eaten, And a book, half read and left open, pages curled and battered From a nightful of artificial breeze. When I begin to shave, I [...]

nothingness-2

things should be in their right place. a man in a white shirt and black trousers looks respectable. the same man in a black shirt and white trousers looks like a pimp. it is important. we survive on paper thin veneers of respectability. its like varnish, when it is new and shiny, people can smell [...]

livin’ in a shoebox

yeah,well,baby, that is interesting, what you think, that i am one, in ten billion, a face in a crowd two halves of a unwonderful world, laughable lifes,i lead, i live in a shoebox, yes,babe,i do,cramped inside myself, but i dream of the stars… and perhaps you can make some sense out of it,this hunger i [...]