Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

19 April 2015

19.04.15
such a 
Nice surprise
gone, gone
girl
with my coffee  
Blonde with 
My darkness
Stiletto’s ad a summer dress 
In sea of denim
Come closer
Closer
Yes there 
Now we will
Speak of
Love and lust
Of
You and me
my mouth devours you
Let
Them stare
Pity them
Life without passion
Is not life at all
They are
The
Walking dead





14 April 2015

04.14.95
In a bar
Next too
The place
Where my friend dances for men,
you say she sells  herself
nicotine  stained lungs I speak to you in tongues
And you say my life is a mix of Picasso, Kerouac
Lines, gin and women
I am too high to notice to gone to care
You say my
Madness comes from sadness
Then you
Quit saying anything
Still I miss you
Sometimes


13 April 2015

13.04.15
You hand me a beer and a smile

I’m an Angel headed hipster?

You can’t hide

Beat

What will 

The neighbours, say?

We walk too close!

We whisper!

Does, he know?

Does She know?

We know

Angel headed hipsters

And 

Gone beat girls





10 April 2015

10.04.15

Permafrost
just cold
worst than anger
Passionless
Bloodless 
War
Get
The anger
The hot blood
The passion
This is 
abandonment

09 April 2015

09.04.15
you thought t
that 
was a show
no that is me
I’m  given to extremes
I care for her
And 
She for me
She’s
Lovely
Quite so
So
Sorry
That's really her
And this is really
me

08 April 2015


The Gift
“Donnie, you notice that shite Ford been behind us all night?” I ask and check the mirror.
“I’ll bet Steve’s behind this! He’s having me followed because I left him!” Courtney rages
“It’s got be the guy in the khaki’s, you know the one who shows’s up with a newspaper everywhere we go.”
“Lets go get my car we re making this too easy.” It’s at her apartment Donnie starts driving there.
We pull into the complex.
“Blimey he’s half a block away he must’ve trained in Quantico,” I say. Inside Courtney’s flat, she makes drinks. We turn the stereo up. Don and talk she paces nervously.
“OK Love, we’re going out again you’ll sit in my lap. She is the younger soon to be Ex-wife of an oil executive, and 27 she’s a bit older than his kid, and lot older than me. She has long blonde hair a perfect tan, flawless body, and enhanced breasts. Tonight she’s wearing a little black dress and stilettos. She’s hard to miss especially in the places I go. We go to that concrete bunker, and the cathedral of 3-chord rock.
One of my friends run’s a little reconnaissance.
She walks by” 9mm. Ankle holster, and a newspaper. She smiles and keeps walking
“The port, Big Man owes us one!”
Mick comes by “I got all the film opens his jacket hands me film containers. I reach into my jacket and give him 2 glycerine packets. He hands me the canisters.
I exposed the film in the camera too, Reedy put the light from his Lambretta scooter on it.
“I’ll remember this, Thanks’ mate.” I shake his hand and slip him a 20$
“Getting in the car Don said, “II hope he doesn’t get lost.”
A candy apple red Corvette with side pipes and no top in the worst parts of town, even Clouseau can follow that, “ we laugh getting into the car. Courtney is light maybe 7 stone maybe 1.8 metres. A tall cool drink of water. We head for a bar on the port; our little friend behind us.
We file in go to big man’s table and pay respects. A waitress instantly brings drink the mountain of a black Man that, is big Man motions us to sit down. Donnie ‘s about 1.9 metres 16 stone looks smaller.
“Why you here dressed like a biker”” he says smiling.
“I got a little problem, the cracker sitting in his car looking scared,” I answer.
“He needs to go?” Big Man smiles.
“ I want him gift wrapped,” I answered laughing. Donnie and Big Man roar with laughter. Big Man signals waitress brings drinks bend over as he whispers.


He smiles folds his hands we chat while a band plays funk in the background.
The waitress hands me a paper bag in it car keys a Smith and Wesson 9 mm. a wallet a P.I. badge
Big Man laughs and says” he in the trunk of his ford.”
Don grabs the keys, and say’s Let’s make a delivery”
I shake Big Man’s hand, and ask, “We cool baby?”
He laughs “get your white ass out of my club, it’s dark out.” laughing,
Outside Donnie opens the boot says something and closes it.
When I get in the car Courtney burst with questions, “Oh my God is he alive!?! Who was that what is Donnie doing? Where are we going? “ “What exactly is it you do for a living?”
“OK yes alive, and pretty uncomfortable. Don is telling private investigator with  Chris Dell that his info has been photocopied and that if he doesn’t give us a bother he will be OK. We are going to leave him on Steve’s Porch with a note, “Do you think you’re playing with children?” “I work at clubs play guitar when I’m lucky, and that's all you want to know .”
“OK I will smile. She answers.”
“I am not just a  teenager you ask all the questions you like, I ‘m just giving you a gift.
Driving through the quiet posh neighbourhood . We pull down the street from Courtney’s soon to be ex. Don Carries the  Chris Dell private investigator leaves on the porch rings the bell runs to my car, and starts driving. Like leaving a Halloween prank. “You couldn’t drive something less obvious,” Donnie says for the millionth time.
A few months later Courtney gets a generous settlement





Fading photo
Blair shows me photo so, old; do I remember? A bit, the Tri-Delta softball game, a night on 6th street, too many drinks, and a fight.  Woman at that overrated club, “How is she punk?”
Turning to her boyfriend, you want to muzzle the bitch she’s getting on me nerves. Mate.
  He turns his back on me. Never sees the punch open palm to the ear. He screams in pain and charges me at that point a hip throw introduces him to the floor.
Hard core still going off, I am calling the police!” I just walk off her swings are clumsy and easy to deflect. I don’t fight women. A friend, Jewel’s also a hard-core girl nails her with a full can of beer, in her face.  She drops to the ground. A fiver, and a kiss to Jewels to cover her beer, and the next bar. Then we can’t go back to the sorority
Then cool spring night. A friend with a sofa. You sneaking in the morning. Me promising to show up to cheer. There I am in the stands later  a tux shirt leather jeans and black-out shades in a sea of prep.. I just watching you not the game so hung over gauloises hanging out my mouth  flask of tequila in my hand. Yeah, I remember me and you, Fire and Ice always steamy, never dull.  

05 April 2015

03.04.15
Blond, blue eyed Moses
Frees
 My Ancestors’ from 
Blond blue-eyed pharaoh
Who can argue with?
 Sanitised for the masses 
Fairy tales
So I celebrate
In the art show 
I am
Always closer 
To heaven

26 March 2015

26.03.15
trained to defend
Empire and Queen
Before I could shave
the best and brightest
Widower
At 16
Jilted by death my favourite lover ,
At 22

The Bus
A young man walk’s up to me, and I notice bad ink, all over his face. Oh an encounter with some disenfranchised excon; now I can die.
He point’s at the tear drops “Do you know what this mean’s?” He say’s proudly.
“One of us got caught, now step back before I smoke you like Marlboro.” He looks confused, and walk’s away. I’m still a radge.



22 March 2015

20,03 .15
Need an Uzi to cut this shite
And

It's 

Low

Low


I Want  to just 
Be 
Done
It's

Low

Low

I want to go underground
I
Want 
to 
see 
poppies bloom
I
Want to 

To 

Come
Home to you 
But it's
Low
Low
Come 
Home
To 
You
Still it's

Low

Low

21 March 2015

Temper, Temper
You were by my side when I was cautionary tale. I went from zero to a hundred my fist colliding with someone, a roundhouse kick. It almost went with the music.  I had evolved from guitar player to urban legend.  In the concrete bunkers we lived in every night who I was and how I earned the benjy’s in my bloody, bloody left hand were common knowledge. It was still all about the music, but the Saturday thing had crept into Wednesday, then I decided to go dark. I guess then, I only acted like monster, and not so much looked like one. The graffiti, after they took me down, by that Rasta god I called friend at the dive we began so many nights at. Me lying on the ground weapon in hand bleeding, dying. Caption “T’was beauty killed the beast!” in the background a tall woman walking away.
The women, oh the women you witnessed them all, actually liked one or two. A favourite moment when you walked over the model/actress to meet the one I was chatting up. I look at you, and say. et tu Brute, “ both  women looked so blank. You manically laughing, because you knew they were from rival agencies the equivalent of Montague’s and Capulet’s in those circles.

Do you remember, pushing me in a wheelchair, when that girl started crying, calling my name?” I didn’t even have to ask, we just left. You were there, and I remain forever in your debt.
After
You of all people should know, that some of that shite they were talking in E 10th Ave was true. In all the time you’ve known me I have never been more “civil.” Yes, I get angry, but I haven’t medicated away the parts of me, which might tend to disturb others, nor do I have any intention to do so.
If I don’t fit into your life in the V.2 I apologise and understand, and I’ll be sad for a while, but this is whom I am for better, or worst. It’s better that you remember me that way I am, than I put on an act when I am around you. I love you too much for, that.

21.03.15

He’s always

At work

She comes 

Smiling 

And easy

When he is gone

I wouldn’t confess to the dark one

She comes, and she comes

I accept her 

With a light touch

No need to speak

Just
An embrace, 

That tells all
And 
I don’t fear him

And I don’t hate him

I get being alone

And she comes

And

She comes

And she comes

I get being alone

20 March 2015

Tour guide

 I have 0% of getting into heaven, and I am not worried. I can hear the greetings shouted out as I enter hell. Satan and Beelzebub appear, I yawn and ask for the lake of fire to light my gauloises. Upside I can smoke again
Satan looked confused asks for my file. He starts reading taps Beelzebub they walk off, and talk Satan come’s back, and say’s “I have looked over your history, and there’s nothing here you haven’t seen, you qualify for our tour guide package. “
I answer “Brilliant, where do you keep the fallen Angel’s? There a lounge that, looks cool.
The women are amazing. I just have to avoid some my exes.  Tour guide show people Hitler, Stalin, Nixon, W and Cheney
The bans are cool, we all knew we were headed here; just didn’t care.
I feel at home already. I recognise a lot of people. I hear my name shouted every so often. The fallen angels are serious party girls.  My exes are still arguing who’s set   in Mademoiselle was better. Who had more covers. This isn’t at all much different from my last life.  I am going to see a show tonight, with a fallen angel tonight;I fit in just fine.


 Punk’s Storming   Heaven
Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions. 
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Shooting heaven straight into our necks. 
Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.

16 March 2015

Rumours
It was a time of rumours
No one
Absolutely was 
Sure what lay? 
Beyond 
The 
Known 
World
Bounded
By Washington square
St Mark’s common
Needle Park
And the bowery
Beyond there was 
Wasteland 
A post apocalyptic 
Nightmare 
Even worst than the one we inhabited

                                                              Baptism
Not so much club, as a concrete box where band’s play. Working the door black leather and a switchblade. Covers are not negotiable, nor are the rules.
The band is loud and not a favourite, with the heat. Cops   are everywhere in the car park, which largely composed of gravel and broken glass. Walking through the club to intimidate.
One of the cop’s say’s there’s a red corvette with the top off in the parking lot.
“I know” I answer.
“No one’s bothering it “ The cop continue ‘s.
“I know” I answer
“Why is that?” the cop asks.
“I don’t know” I answer with a smile. It’s my car if you bother it, I will make sure you have a trip to the ER. I ‘m watching the door taking cover agreeing on head count with the promoter getting drinks from bartender; bored.
She walk’s through the door, long black hair stilettos fishnets, and breath taking short skirt.
She asks, “what’s cover?
I don’t answer I throw her against the wall switchblade open, and kiss her. She kisses back and presses against me.
I come up for air, and say “no cover, you’re  one of  us now ; punk!



16.03.15

the way you 

move

those legs

so long

so strong

that

dirty, dirty

blonde hair

just

come over

Viola!

A brand

New

friend

15 March 2015

15.03.15

I get it

Scary things

Are better

At a distance

It’s cool

That

You’re

Not

Out

In bridge and tunnel land

You’re probably edgy

Next 

Next time you’re in the city 

Day tripping

Let’s not do it

again

13 March 2015

HEB Montrose has the most entertainment of all area grocery stores. Last week a little possibly 5ft, tells “me tall –person reach, that for me, no filters-kind of brilliant.
Today a blonde walks by carrying 2 6 packs under each arm. I offer a hand.  “ A woman after me heart, need a hand?”
Thanks’, but I am just headed to express check-out I am good” She answers.
“Marry me?” I counter.
“You would leave me when the beer ran out” She answers.
I say “In my case that’s probably a good thing, when you’re talking about me.”
 She walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek, and goes to checkout

I am guessing that if you don’t get  by absurdist I mean  Ubu Roi Jarry, Caligula, Saprano Eugène Ionesco,  Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett.  Instead you think I ‘m casting aspirations on your self created drama’s, then you’re never going to get me.  She is younger, but she is not dumber, because you know a lot about one thing in no way mean’s that you’re as smart as you think.

12 March 2015

12.03.15

Love is short 

Memory long

I loved you then 

I love you now

I’m still

Jealous

She was 

Our lover

But 

She chose 

You

Death,  she caressed a, kissed, and held me

But she chose you

11 March 2015

11.03.15
The first time 

Was china white

So good 

So bad

Spontaneous combustion

The heretics of love

Always frantic

Never quiet

People stare

But

Then 

You can’t 

Look away 

From 

The beauty and the beast

10 March 2015

10.03.15

From the cathedral 

Of

Rare earths’ 

and

Sand my friend

Calls 

me in the underground

Promises 
That above the sun still shines

my friend rings off

puts on 

a zucchetto

and 

leads the ritual of 

zeros and ones

09 March 2015

08.03.15
You were impossibly

Young

I was incredibly
Old

You were so naĂŻve, and innocent 


I was faded and jaded


We walked together with my pack


You’re not 
So young, nor illegal any more


I am suddenly not 
Ancient


So we meet again 
Walking and talking
Again


Everything’s changed 
Nothings changed


As I wave goodbye

06 March 2015

07.03.15
Heaven’s always a little closer 
at an art show
drink in hand friends  in arm
drinking it all
in 
heaven closer
and  all
things’
possible

05 March 2015

05.03.15
I know the ring tone
It’s 
My friend calling
From the
Shrine
Of 
One’s and Zero’s 
I have 
Seen the future
And it’s 
murder

04 March 2015

04.03.15
I’ll love until the end of time
Love can you see me too?
Kiss before you go
I just wanted to know
A day of summer in winter
Tomorrow winter returns
I am better in the dark anyway
In my urban armour of black leather
Looking for a fix
You like the danger
mon coquina
fille 
Te’adore mon cĹ“ur noir

03 March 2015

03.03.15
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love
Memory must learn 
What the heart always knew
One can never forget
Those
Who remain
Forever 
Ghost

01 March 2015

01.03.15
I miss the ritual 
The snow monkeys
Resume’s that were sketches, chord’s
And scars
Now 
We both have too many 
Initial’s 
Behind our names
The known was bounded by Tompkins Park, St Mark’s commons
You took me to rotaway beach 
Pointed at the lights and said that’s where you’re 
From
Across the ocean 
I just kissed 
Sick days and all the rest
Just noise 
Your kiss always told me everything

28 February 2015

28.02.15
Glam the next day 
A little black dress, 
Stilettos,
And blackout shades’
That match 
Each other as 
We try
Not to burst a flame in the morning light
This place never closes
Holy Bloody Mary's
Sacred talk
Day-trippers stare 
Too much for
Day?
No
But 
You can’t hide beat

27 February 2015

27.02.15
Holy thinking 
Holy drinking
Holy Holy 
As we begin the Holy ritual
Once it begins
It cannot
Stop
Now it begins 
A
Kiss
A touch
No
Words
Laboured breathing
Moans 
Growls screams
The consecration 
Has begun
Holy Holy
Our will 
Be done


25 February 2015

                                                                        Monster

“How long have we known each other? “ I ask.
“Long enough” she answer’s pulling me close pressing against me urgently hands running over me.  Pushing my face into her thick blonde hair, that smells like lavender.
“Did we find what we were looking for?” I ask. I know her well enough know how she seduces this is not it. She does the standard deep kiss, and placing my hand on her breast.
“A drink?” she asks.
“Sure love, why not, “ I answer. OK it’s evening but, and Blair dresses still a little black dress and stiletto’s. She wears it well. We go to a favoured dive. I am guessing her husband, who is not found of us would never be found dead there or, any of her friends.
Nous gagnĂ©, ça s'arrose !” I shout in the car park. Bad French is one of the constants of our friendship; so we won let’s drink make sense
Blair answers “"C'est un bon coup!” basically you’re a good fuck.
I love this place Bukowski, or James Joyce would be at home here.
Today martini’s mine gin and wet, and Blair’s’ vodka dry. We talk about everything.
Second round arrives whatever it is it isn’t good. I ask, “Love what do you need from me?” I am asking now, because since I haven’t eaten the gin will have greater effect.
“You’ve always been there for me. I noticed you’re not packing any more. You know heat, your.45 auto?”
I start laughing and say Outta all the Gin joint’s in the world she walks into mine.”
“That’s not funny.” Blair said.
“This very Sam Spade the blonde dame in distress, and oddly enough second time today. I have been asked. “ I said.
  “I need help Brad’s mean.” Blair said pouting biting her lip, that look had gotten someone sent to the ER before.
  “I am not a hero, you know that. I am more Tyler Durden, than knight in shining armour ” I said.
“Did you help her? Is she younger than me? Prettier? More covers?” Blair insisted
You’re prettier, and younger, no I have a very unique skill set, what surprised me is that She knew, How?”
“Women know these things we can smell it I don’t   a hero; I need a Monster.” Blair said staring intently.
“I am not killing anyone for anyone today, and. make no mistake we love. We fancy you; we love you we don’t do that anymore.  I am semi-retired monster. I am not sure what Brad did but do you really want him dead?” I said.
“His name is Erik not dead just really scared. I told him I could call upon the dark rider of the apocalypse that is you if he was mean. Blair said hitting with me baby blue puppy eyes. The effect was calculated, because suddenly I’m 19 and the blonde in the front by the speakers that tall cool drink of water Ford Model is there, and I want her so bad.
“I am not that good, I am just your average Vampyre.” I said
You never said more covers?” Blair said twisting a strand of hair with her fingers.
“”You’re still the champion love, and still dead sexy, and a weapon’s grade body, and I am also sure you’re a little relived I said no. I am chuffed that you still think of me.”
“If someone hurts me?” Blair asked.
“Is that even a bloody question?!” I answer. Flashing on EMT’s taking someone from the club where I was a chucker.
The cop asks you “What happened here?
He tripped I imagine it’s rough by the stage; there’s witnesses, Suzy! Sheena! “I said.
Sheena and Suzie who drive into the city every Friday and Saturday night.
Matching outfits of mini and strategically ripped fishnets and purple hair. In unison they describe a mosh pit gone bad.
“They take Ronan past me he writhes and closes his eyes. Blair runs up throws herself around me. She in her glam girl look. looks at the cop  with her best southern sorority girl accent “My boyfriend called for help carried that boy out here to get some air.”
/the cops leave. I walk over so the booker, and manager can tell me what fuck-up I am. This is sure Blair can now walk through the club wearing a smile and heels and no one will say a word they will politely avert their eyes.
The women at the club hate her, “she’s so obvious, a blonde blue eyed model how is that punk? Why is she even here she’s not one of us!”
In the now she hands you a cigarette in the cat park, as you light it, and inhale you realize there’s coke on the filter so nice.
“”So love what now? “I ask
“What always hap pen’s now” Blair says motioning me to get in her jaguar. I climb in. Blair passes me the derringer loaded with a nice hit of Peruvian flake.
“Is she thinner than, me?” Blair demands
“No love you’re beyond compare. “I answer
“What about Amber, and her big plastic tit’s” Blair insists.
You were on honeymoon! How did you even know?” I answer. She always knew some weird precognition linked to my sex life.
“I am thirsty lets get some gin and a bed” Blair said.
“Why I love you woman,” I said. She pulls into the liquor store we walk in I look at champagne, she walks briskly ahead filling the basket, gin, tonic, limes by the check-out.
In the cat “Give us your panties I say in the car. A Blair smiles give a sexy smile and gives me black lacy I slip them in pocket.
We get to Hotel car park.  Blair hands the valet key puts the bar. Smiles supplies into a Gucci duffle.
We get quickly through the lobby to the front desk Blair check’s us in Mr. & Mrs., it might have been. Walking to the lift’s I casually fondle her. In the lift I slide my hand between her thighs. You know they have camera’s I say lifting her dress then pressing her against the back of the lift I brush her breasts her nipples are hard. The door opens
In front she fumbles the key card as I press against her. The door opens she throws the duffle.in. I pull her by her long blonde hair pin Blair to the wall. Strip her dress off her lacy bra she is standing in heels breathing hard.
“Lets get the ice I say taking her hand, she bends to retrieve her dress I pull her up.




 “Like this?” Blair asks blush coming to her cheeks. She walks to the desk grabs the ice bucket and takes my hand.
“Let’s go” Blair says confidently. We walk down the hall hand in hand. At the “ bikram yoga kick’s you’re body is amazing.” I say.   Wordlessly Blair drops to her knees put the ice bucket down while staring me in the eye pops an ice cube in her mouth runs another across her nipples. Blair takes me in her mouth. Staring me in the eye.  This not sex it is a sacrament, and I am being worshipped. I tap her and say “ room
Bitch” she tucks me into my jeans and picks up the ice bucket, and walks towards the room. I follow admiring her walk noticing she still does Dior turns.
Inside the room I grab her, kiss her roughly and throw her on the bed throw her on the bed. I strip, and fashion my t-shirt into  blindfold . Cover her eyes I take her scarf and tie her hands above her head to the headboard. I stroke her kiss, and nibble. She moans and writhes on the bed.
I spread her legs tasting licking, and nibbling her wet lips caressing the little man in the boat. She shivers and moans turn to screams. I get off the bed, and say “Not yet, Blair. “
“Please, I’ll be good” Blair implores. I get a drink a drink gin rocks amazingly well. I walk back to the bed. Stroking Blair’s hair. I say “I will release you now, you may arrive” untying her. She mounts me. Riding me screaming. then pulls herself off on all fours screaming take me!
 I take her from behind pulling her hair, ass her hips follow me perfectly. Blair arrives in guttural stream of profanity, as I arrive she presses her hip’s against me, then does almost a head stand
“I am ovulating, and I love when we make love.” Blair said in her semi headstand. I am sure what to say so; I make her a Tanqueray and tonic I hand it to her trying to process.
“”I told you I need a monster, and you’re my hero for being that quit worrying I know who you   are, and I love who we are. I don’t want to change a thing.“ Blair said, now lying in bed.
“Cool I said walking to the shower drink in hand. Blair followed
In the hair pulled up held in place by a pen, with hotel logo. Blair said, “If I wanted sweet, and caring. I would have been with a woman.”  We wash each other.  Then dry each other off she retrieve’s workout clothes and make-up from duffle. We dress no need to talk nor, is it uncomfortable.  Music from an electronica station in the background.
Blair break’s the silence I’ll take you    to your car, that was fan fucking tastic!”
“Blair your still the fuck of the millennium” I said.    We sing-a-long to Nirvana she drops leave me at the car park, with an amazing kiss, and we disappear into the real world just like that.


.



















24 February 2015

23.02.15

No name just a number 
They keep s haunting
Me
They haunting
Me
They keep haunting 
Me
To die without a name
They keep haunting
Me
Faces I can’t forget 
Keep me up all night
They keep haunting 
Me

24.02.15
You feel so familiar
I can’t see your face from here
I think I know you
Your humour
Your heart
Your voice
I can’t see your face from here
That bar where my friend danced?
Déjà vu when we speak
I can’t see your face from here
That dive with great martinis?
I can’t see your face from here
Have we awoken to each other?
I can’t see your face from here
An adventure?
You  see,I am not great with names
I can’t see your face from here



21 February 2015

17.02.15
fuck-off and die scum
you  don’t need a walking study in demonology
Please go to the Irish bastard
The one you asked me to teach a lesson,  with a .45 auto
You’re not
My type
As smart  you claim
Zip talent
And more baggage than a cruise ship

The Irish bastard 
Needs a meal ticket
I don’t
More issues than time
more daddy issues
than porn star
without the skills
you’ll never speak again
now that is 
the
nicest thing
you’ve ever done for anyone

19 February 2015

24.01.15 0n 19.02.15
Epitome of …. You referred to 
Me
I get it our
Your friends have cameras for eyes
It doesn’t play well 
Out
In the ‘burbs 
Talk
In your world that is everything 
In my world
We are
 Urban legends 
Cautionary tales
It’s 
Cool
We wear shades   
Because 
we’ve been underground so long 

a tired looking man 
in black leather
and blackout shades
having a cheap cocktail for breakfast
tghere is no way this finishes well for you
I have ran all scenarios
and in none of them
do you
survive

12 February 2015

12.02.15
another icy morning 
hot coffee dark music, and a blue dog
you leave without a kind word
I go to 
Icy regions 
Looking for a 
White horse
I call out 
She comes to me
Tap tap a little stab
Blood roses bloom in the snow

11 February 2015

                                                     Valentines Day

This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner.  Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
 Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.

09 February 2015

09.02.15
Playing as losing game
How many hoops can jump for you
Even in this drag, 
You see the alien 
I get the message
We don’t like your ilk
So tiring I can’t win
Only 
One reasonable thing to do
Change the game

07 February 2015

07.02.15
In my mood darker than the misty morning
Those eyes of blue
Speak, more than words ever
Will
words are very
Unnecessary we communicate by touch and sight
You take me from
Here
Next to
You
Such a nice place to be

06 February 2015

06.02.15
Nothing  goes so
Smashing with
a hot cup of coffee 
as 
how cold you are
Nothing makes my morning 
Like your
Insults
Nothing
Like 
Nothing here
nothing

05 February 2015

04.02.15
I am easy
I am who I said I was
If 
I wasn’t
Would
I claim it
Not sure 
What you saw
Or 
What you thought 
you might find
be here
or 
not
I am easy

04 February 2015

.04.02.15
Run to the Irish bastard
It would be comical
If it 
Weren’t so, bloody
Needy, and toxic
You tell me how smart you are
And repeat the same pattern into infinity
It stung for a moment
I healed like the Vampyre 
I told you I was


03 February 2015

03.02.15
I didn’t know
I was being 
careless, forgetful
but not 
cruel
well not this time

I didn’t know I could 
I didn’t know you cared
I thought we were cool
I didn’t know we 
Weren’t having fun
I guess
I didn’t know anything


02 February 2015

02,02.15  
The winter of our discontent 
Has returned  
Grey skies, blue moods
Cold Gin and tonic
Warm conversation


31 January 2015

Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable
Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.

30 January 2015

30.01.15
I’ve more secrets than MI6
And I thought that had been declassified 
So sorry
Loose lips  sink
hearts

29 January 2015

29.01.15
Cold war
Ice cold room, hot coffee
No ones winning here
There’s no heat just ice
And loathing 
Heat I get it’s what we used to be
Cold, detached loathing 
This is just 
An old war
When I leave
Not surrender 
Just acceptance


28 January 2015

28.01.15
Am I 
Still your favourite mistake?
Are we still cool?
Actually we have always been
Volcanic
Spontaneous combustion
No quiet longing
Sweaty chemical reaction
I love that about us
I love that we 
Don’t have to talk
Am I still your favourite mistake?

27 January 2015

27.01.15
I think of you
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work 
Looking into them
I see who you used to be
Who you’ve become 
People in-between
I see you changing as I watch
Speaking to me in the silence
When you look back 
What do you see?
Who I was?
Who I am?
Are you attracted?
Are you frightened?
Are you repulsed?
Can you see me?
Do you care?
Your eyes 
It’s a day’s work looking into them

26 January 2015

26.01.15
It’s not that you love my demons
You don’t it’s that
Sometimes your voice can calm 
All 
Of them

25 January 2015

Good Friday 18.04.14
Charleston Heston frees' my ancestors
The Angel death passes me over.
Does she not know how much I love her?
Her beauty flawless, skin perfect, and though she's embraced me many times, I always wake up and she's gone.

13.06 on our anniversary
I remember this day so well
Because I thought this time
You would stay
You held me for days 
kissed me deeply 
Gave me the lead jewel's I still carry
Alas I awoke to cacophony of tubes machines and crying people.
But you were gone!
Death 
the only face I wanted to see
And you abandoned me
I
24.01.15 on 25.01.15
This is when I come awake
Dark from dark
True Night from true night   
I never hid this
I wouldn’t  even if I could 
Don’t worry
The really
Cool thing
Is 
I fade to black 
Quick
I don’t look back 
In anger
I am who you think I am
Adieu Papillion






24.01.15
I hoped
Even though 
I’m  a picture
Of excess
I celebrate my darkness
Yes
I know the choicest parts of hell
I guess you’re frightened
I am not judging
I get it
I just 
As 
Faded and jaded as I am, hoped 
You wouldn’t
And  
Hoped you knew this Vampyre 
Doesn’t harm those he 
Loves

24.01.15 on the morning of 25.01.15 over coffee
I hoped,
Picture excess,
And whispered rumours
I celebrate my darkness,
I hoped you didn’t care
Yes
I know the choicest parts of hell
I hoped you weren’t frightened
I hoped you knew
That, I don’t judge and 
I hoped you didn’t either
I get it
I just 
As 
Faded and jaded as 
I am, hoped 
You wouldn’t be
And  
Hoped you knew this Vampyre 
Doesn’t harm those he 
Loves
I hoped 
That you would see this 
And 
Understand
I hoped you were
really 
My 
Friend

23 January 2015

23.01.15
Check mutual attraction
Check the pieces of our pain march
Check our politricks match 
Check  music, and art
Check we’re both cool
Check we’re both twisted
Cool can we just skip the rest
And 
Fall in bed

21 January 2015

21.01.15
I know you know
But this just isn’t
A good
Idea
It’s
Not even romantic
Probably
Because
Jaded and faded describes us
Volcanic, and possibly 
Satanic
Does too
Yes, I am a little
Vampyric
A cautionary tale
Of excesses
You
The stunner
Carnivorous
That woman
Both of us unrepentant 
this is a 
Bad idea


20 January 2015

20.01.15 later
Heart breaker
Life taker 
You’ve  been warned about me
Some of tat shiat  they talk on E 10th Ave. &
Kings Cross,
It was true.
Do you
Still want
To 
Play?

20.01.16
Who do you think,
I am, 
Because I am not
Sure
Meself
A Miracle
Or
A curse
I’ve
Been 
accused 
of both
Maybe you  could, 
Just  tell
Me
I’ll
Be 
Gone
By morning
anyway

18 January 2015

18.01.15
I love 
The way
You greet me
Like
I am some beautiful, talented creature
The way 
You call me an angel headed hipster
With no hint of irony, or sarcasm
The way 
You take me hand
The way
You’re as bright and open
As
I am dark
And obscure 
The way 
You walk with me
As if 
It was a rare honour 
The way 
You’re a little melancholy
As I walk a way

15 January 2015

16.01.5 later
I need a drink 
But something stronger would be nice
Moody reading Joyce
Listening to 
Billy Holiday, and Nine Inch nails
If I go out 
My fist might collide
With something or someone
16.01.15
I don’t own you
You Bloody don’t own me
You need him
You want me?
Now practise this 
Wave as I walk by
We’re neighbours in the same 
Manor 
Wave hello
And walk by
Don’t look back
It’s much easier 
Than you think
Love

14 January 2015

15.01.15
Sick days
Meant something different
But
Nyquil still works
I laugh and think of
Tube  station Oxford ,
Walk to Soho

09 January 2015

09.01.15
Cold, and grey
and I
walk with you again
Through steel and glass canyons
a sick day
Holding each other
In urban armour
Black leather, and sunglasses
Past scathing gazes of
Bare chested amazons 30 stories up
Past nervous tourist
Home to
us


07 January 2015

Secret Agent Man-07.03.15
I kept your secrets, and then I keep them now
I loved you, and then I love you now
No, he doesn’t need to know
Not about where you danced, that you danced
Your girlfriend, our girlfriend
I see you
I taste your kiss
Her kiss 
Vodka and gauloises
I hear loud angry music
And I nod and keep walking
A stranger pretending
Your secrets
Safe

05 January 2015

05.01.15
never so alone as I’m
with you
Ice
Berlin in winter was warmer
Looks, and word you give me
I have been in friendlier battles
Never so
Isolated
Never so
Sad 
Never so 
In need of drink
Never so in need 
Of a fix 
Never so gone
As I’m with you

father

Our father's--.01.15
heavy smokers
hard drinkers
combat ribbons

12 November 2014

13.11.12
I will awake wandering how my friend awakes to 
A new lover
Groggy affectionately
Or
With horror and regret
I will awake to coffee music and beasts
But 
I would rather awake
To my friend

10 November 2014

My father's generation heavy smokers
Hard drinkers
combat ribbons

stranger

Yes, I saw yesterday by the bar you introduced to your girlfriend, with your husband. I gave you a wink as you passed you gave me that sly smile of yours’. I kept all your secrets then, and I keep them now. Stories about sick days, and pub crawls getting tossed at the protest, and whose girlfriend she was supposed to be are a bit much for the burb’s. Still I see you and I can taste gauloises, tequila, and your kiss, her kiss. I hope all is well and I am sure he comes straight home, and he’s “good” for you.  I wish all the best,
And our time together was anything but; boring you’ll always have a place in my little dark heart.

orange and black

Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable

22 May 2011

So a decade after entering the belly of the beast. and sick of being a wage slave at the mercy of soulless eunuch's and corporate drones I am out!

11 December 2010

I reel in revulsion Lieberman (you remember Bush’s bitch.), and Feinstein invoked the 1917 Espionage Act against Julian Assanage and The New York Times. This is an assault on the people. It is a pure and simplean attack on civil liberties, an act of revenge for embarrassing the powers that be.

Assange with Wikki leaks are only doing what main stream “journalist” are supposed to be doing. To Lieberman and Feinstein I offer Jefferson "The basis of our governments being the opinion of the people, the very first object should be to keep that right; and were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter. But I should mean that every man should receive those papers and be capable of reading them." --Thomas Jefferson to Edward Carrington, 1787. ME 6:57

This is not the first time this has happened does the senate not remember the pentagon papers? The Times’ won that, round, and I expect that the case will be cited and affirmed if taken to trial. NEW YORK TIMES CO. v. UNITED STATES, 403 U.S. 713 (1971)

what a year the tea party the rise of the snow billy AKA Sarah Palin the end of decade nears. I am
where I started veal pen X, still over educated under employed amazed that Devry school rejects barely literate. They don't understand the metrics they are charged with. I see an endless parade of self congratulation, and cake parties. What will we remember "911 the only president to make Nixonook honest , and Grant competent? Endless war , Lady Gaga,the dawn of electric vehicles?
I will remember my friends. Everythingelse is so much white noise

23 January 2010

Living to be loved causes holes and co dependent behavior to develope . Living to love allows you to be overflowing force of the divine . So whats it going to be ?Co dependent or Divine force choose wisely ...

20 January 2010

"If the Democrats run for cover, if we become pale carbon copies of the opposition, we will lose, and deserve to lose." -Ted Kennedy. *Ironically it was Mr. Kennedy's seat which, was lost

17 October 2009

York Times reports on 14.10.09 Saudi Arabia is demanding reoperations at Global climate conference. They are demanding transfers of technologies. Education assistance and insurance of income. Now my question is, since for several decades O.P.E.C. has been the recipient of the largest transfer of wealth in history it’s late to realise fossil fuels are a finite resource, and perhaps new technologies will develop. I hope now that the end of an era is in sight these countries will develop themselves

19 May 2009

H 15.05.09

You told me you been here before

You screamed and laughed as the engine revved and roared

I opened the throttle as you leaned into the night.

Now you look so lost

I thought you’d been here before

08 May 2009

Rome 2 Millenniums’ later

I think we put off Rome, because after all it's history is a foundation of western civilisation. I had seen it in Fellini films and history books so often I didn't feel the need to actually see it. I could have not been more mistaken. The difference between seeing smelling and hearing it. Is the difference between kissing your lover and getting a text from her. Rome is an adventure being assailed by beauty and history at every turn.

Ghosts of the failed empire

It’s amazing to watch Rush Limbaugh, and Ann Coulter ranting in the parapets of a failed empire. They feel to realise an era has closed, and the pastor in chief W redeemed the legacy’s of Ulysses Grant’s and Richard Nixon, He holds the special title for incompetence and corruption.
Still it takes really big brass balls to hope that, there is a depression and an attack on U. S. Soil just to justify the crimes and abuses for the last eight years

14 February 2009

bipartisanship- wake-up and smell the rancid treachery

bi-partisan ship is a trap President Obama,  these soulless  worshippers' of death and free markets seek to undermine you turn if it  cost's the economy going into a deep depression. They' re ideologues in truest sense. They have seen the light and heard the voices. Drop them like a bad habit ,they will never work with you, They do not care what the cost may be  the economic  viablity of the country itself. 

11 February 2009

really orwellian

I am watching a nearly a trillion being spent, with reports of of trillions of bad paper left. The people whoare charged with fixing are those who created this fiasco.
It's rather like in Animal Farm in the beginning when consensus was the pigs are smart,maybe they should be in charge.

06 February 2009

the veal pen blues

May ex manager informs us tat it is inappropriate to be brassed  off about being passed over for promotion. How very maginamous of her to dictate what we should feel, as she supports the under qualified  in their rise over me. My mentor will give me lip service and tut tut . I hate the white collar ghetto. 

bail-out follies

I am watching millionaire's argue that other millionaires' should no have to live on a mere 500k ayear did the captain of the Titanic, or Valdez get a bonus? Pete Sessions Dallas TX GOP says the republican party should mount an insurgency "Taliban " Style" form a jihad against Obama  by all means cover your ass as the economy tanks.  Keep praying to the  God of free markets