26.08.15
Haze of the confessional
it’s neon signs
sacramental
cocktails
blonde priestess
giving me absolution
and
redemption
all night
long red nails leaving stigmata
on my back
26 August 2015
25 August 2015
24 August 2015
21 August 2015
20 August 2015
20.08.15
She ‘s so faraway
and
I kind of need her
She’s so faraway
I am drinking coffee
and
I kind of need her
She’s off in her castle
And I kind of need her
She’s here when she needs me
And
I kind of need her
She’s so faraway
On her Island
And
I kind of need her
She’s so far away
When ever
I need her
19 August 2015
The letters Game
This was our Monday thing, meeting, and debriefing each other on our weekend. Here Kiev coffee shop. “Lottie” I greet her sitting at her table. A tall stack of papers paper she is editing. Blue and red pens. She looks tired.
“Are you editing the Talmud?” I ask,
Lottie groggily answers “Dr. C’s autobiography.”
“Because sex on demand isn’t enough? Now you're his slave!”
“I want to do this!” Lottie insists.
“I hate this game?” I say
“What game? “Lottie asks.
“The letters game I am pretty sure you’re not into his nebbish, corpulent, little myopic geezer. He has multiple ex-wives, at least 20 years older, than you. He feeds you shite about how his dedication to his lofty ideas has cost him a normal life. You have of course romatized those ideals. You turn a blind eye to the inconstancies’. You’re actually doing most of the work here for him.” I say
“How do you know this?” Lottie demands
“How do you not; it's a bloody campus favourite” I answer.
“I am way behind “ Lottie says anxiously
What’s the payment for your labour? An hour of his attention maybe a footnote in this Autobiography, because I can assure when you talent reaches its peak he will take credit for “having “mentored “you, and the length seems more a appropriate for a PM, than an untenured Prof.” I say. I sit down to my coffee. I am about to Change the subject when I notice Lottie’s eyes go wide looking at something over my shoulder, so
I spin around its Doctor Charlatan.
“Charlotte, if this was beyond your capabilities why didn’t you tell me! You’re being foolish pretending! Doctor C says much too loudly. I stand up. I am in a black leather jacket and jeans. Dr charlatan is in a tweed jacket and corduroy’s, as if straight from central casting. “Say it again” I say not shouting, but in a low measured voice.
Doctor Charlatan actually repeats himself. I bring an open palm left across his face, which draws blood from his lip in the same low voice ”Say it again.” Doctor charlatan actually repeats himself again. I bring my right drawing blood again. “You never going to get tenure little man, you’re too bloody stupid”. I turn my back to him. He doesn’t have the nerve to try anything pick my cup up and it spills. “I am sorry “ I say, but can’t help laughing. Doctor Charlatan gathers the papers and scurries out like a cockroach when lights are turned on.
I look at Lottie the spell has been broken. “How could have been so stupid!” she says sounding fatigued
I flip a twenty down, and say “I’ll be back in 5, I need a cigarette; get something to eat. “
“Don’t hurt him,” Lottie pleads hitting me with her baby blues. A nice English Lit major from Romania. She is tan, and healthy. A stark contrast to me and my friends in the Village. She was waitressing at the club where I was a chucker. A brief romance turned into a deep friendship, with the way we both went through lovers this was better. In our brief Romance the Kiev was Sunday morning . It turned into friends on Monday morning talking about the weekend . I have this on my mind as I go out past Sergei at the counter. I step out into the crisp autumn morning I easily gain on doctor Charlatan I catch the door to the Volvo, and say ” Cunt this is what’s going to happen Lottie gets an “A”, and you fuck-off or, I will cut off your tiny prick.” I pull my switchblade to make my point.
“So your fucking her too” Charlatan asks. I grab his arm and twist. He screams. .
“Not to mention the Dean might have strong opinions on your extra curricular activities” I say releasing his arm.
He recoils trying to move into passengers seat. Screaming “OK !OK! “
I slam the door and walk back to Lottie. She interrogates without a word.
“Doctor Charlatan is OK, She starts crying from relief, or regret I pull my chair next to her and hold her until passes. “No games here, I am worst or, me for better. I take care of my friends.
This was our Monday thing, meeting, and debriefing each other on our weekend. Here Kiev coffee shop. “Lottie” I greet her sitting at her table. A tall stack of papers paper she is editing. Blue and red pens. She looks tired.
“Are you editing the Talmud?” I ask,
Lottie groggily answers “Dr. C’s autobiography.”
“Because sex on demand isn’t enough? Now you're his slave!”
“I want to do this!” Lottie insists.
“I hate this game?” I say
“What game? “Lottie asks.
“The letters game I am pretty sure you’re not into his nebbish, corpulent, little myopic geezer. He has multiple ex-wives, at least 20 years older, than you. He feeds you shite about how his dedication to his lofty ideas has cost him a normal life. You have of course romatized those ideals. You turn a blind eye to the inconstancies’. You’re actually doing most of the work here for him.” I say
“How do you know this?” Lottie demands
“How do you not; it's a bloody campus favourite” I answer.
“I am way behind “ Lottie says anxiously
What’s the payment for your labour? An hour of his attention maybe a footnote in this Autobiography, because I can assure when you talent reaches its peak he will take credit for “having “mentored “you, and the length seems more a appropriate for a PM, than an untenured Prof.” I say. I sit down to my coffee. I am about to Change the subject when I notice Lottie’s eyes go wide looking at something over my shoulder, so
I spin around its Doctor Charlatan.
“Charlotte, if this was beyond your capabilities why didn’t you tell me! You’re being foolish pretending! Doctor C says much too loudly. I stand up. I am in a black leather jacket and jeans. Dr charlatan is in a tweed jacket and corduroy’s, as if straight from central casting. “Say it again” I say not shouting, but in a low measured voice.
Doctor Charlatan actually repeats himself. I bring an open palm left across his face, which draws blood from his lip in the same low voice ”Say it again.” Doctor charlatan actually repeats himself again. I bring my right drawing blood again. “You never going to get tenure little man, you’re too bloody stupid”. I turn my back to him. He doesn’t have the nerve to try anything pick my cup up and it spills. “I am sorry “ I say, but can’t help laughing. Doctor Charlatan gathers the papers and scurries out like a cockroach when lights are turned on.
I look at Lottie the spell has been broken. “How could have been so stupid!” she says sounding fatigued
I flip a twenty down, and say “I’ll be back in 5, I need a cigarette; get something to eat. “
“Don’t hurt him,” Lottie pleads hitting me with her baby blues. A nice English Lit major from Romania. She is tan, and healthy. A stark contrast to me and my friends in the Village. She was waitressing at the club where I was a chucker. A brief romance turned into a deep friendship, with the way we both went through lovers this was better. In our brief Romance the Kiev was Sunday morning . It turned into friends on Monday morning talking about the weekend . I have this on my mind as I go out past Sergei at the counter. I step out into the crisp autumn morning I easily gain on doctor Charlatan I catch the door to the Volvo, and say ” Cunt this is what’s going to happen Lottie gets an “A”, and you fuck-off or, I will cut off your tiny prick.” I pull my switchblade to make my point.
“So your fucking her too” Charlatan asks. I grab his arm and twist. He screams. .
“Not to mention the Dean might have strong opinions on your extra curricular activities” I say releasing his arm.
He recoils trying to move into passengers seat. Screaming “OK !OK! “
I slam the door and walk back to Lottie. She interrogates without a word.
“Doctor Charlatan is OK, She starts crying from relief, or regret I pull my chair next to her and hold her until passes. “No games here, I am worst or, me for better. I take care of my friends.
16 August 2015
15 August 2015
Breakfast with Tour Guide
“Elisie is your breakfast not to your liking?” I asked. She was picking at an omelet. I was having a glass of wine. She was clearly on edge refused a Xanax, or a Bloody Mary.
“Chechnyanian’s are never coming back.” I said. Drinking more wine. The quiet patio belies the battle last night. Cerberus leaves nothing to waste.
“We will have several visitors today, love, if you like you’re size 2” I ask.
She nods in last night’s dress, and heels.
“I have some sports wear up stair’s and some flats’ up stairs first room on your right. There’s a connected bath. If you like you can change. Elisie nods goes up stairs. He first of the visitors arrives. I buzz in Pablo from my gate Cerberus inspects lets me know he has a Glock, Pablo waves
and say’s “What you know good home’s?”
“I got 4 G wagon’s, as promised, you have the cash?
I am good 4 late model Humvees, right?
Around back keys in the ignition. Pablo tosses a bag of cash at me I can trust him, as I killed his partner. He call’s on his cousins to help drive the cars to the chop shop. I can see them going across he lawn, the “Maria’s I call them he knows I prefer women around. All the cars leave in different directions. Elisie comes down the stars in a sundress, which shows off her slim figure and augmented breasts, and the same sky-high heels she is auditioning.
“The make and clothing to your liking?” I ask her
“Oh yes, everything very good” She answers.
Sitting next to me leaning on me.
Cerberus warns. I see him Andrei, suit gold chains no tie brief case, and empty duffle.
“Cash” he I ask. He reaches into his pocket. Slides the cash towards me a slowly
I give it to Elisie to count “ 6 AKS 3 Glock, Cerberus show him” I say. Cerberus always amazes Andrei.
A tall figure enters as Andrei leaves. He claps his hands together, and Say’s “Marc Anthony introduce me to you new pet.”
“Elisie this the Prince of Lies, Prince of darkness, Devil, Satan, Lucifer. Or as call him the repo man.” I said. Elisie looks anxious.
“You may call me, Nick, my dear” bowing slightly. Say what you will he is charming. Elisie, is not buying it; smart girl.
“What is repo Man?” she asks confused.
“When you fail to make payments on a vehicle the bank has a right to repossession , or take possession again, take back. Nicky here goes were ever there is pain misery , and suffering to take souls. “
“Speaking of taking souls Marc Anthony How long do you plan to be on surface this time? You have responsibilities , another Macedonian, didn’t your adventure with Cleo teach you anything? “You know she’s in Santa Monica, with a couple of kids and a mortal, ” the Repo man said. I was trying to picture her with a mini van, but couldn’t.
“She modeled and was in videos, she is as always stunning, have you lost interest in your new pet yet?” Repo man continues, smiling.
“Why are you here?” I ask the Repo man.
“I am hunting you and your pets will accompany me.” The Repo man answers.’
I signal Cerberus, and Elisie we follow thee Repo man to G wagon. Not sure why he wants an audience other, than he is vanity personified.
First stop rub and tug the repo man signals over the management who obey, not knowing why. Repo man touches them on the back the head there touches them on the back of the head, there’s a blinding flash of light, Repo man puts the ball of light into the brief case. This goes on all night the Repo man really has a stash he drops at my house and leaves this plane.
“Elisie is your breakfast not to your liking?” I asked. She was picking at an omelet. I was having a glass of wine. She was clearly on edge refused a Xanax, or a Bloody Mary.
“Chechnyanian’s are never coming back.” I said. Drinking more wine. The quiet patio belies the battle last night. Cerberus leaves nothing to waste.
“We will have several visitors today, love, if you like you’re size 2” I ask.
She nods in last night’s dress, and heels.
“I have some sports wear up stair’s and some flats’ up stairs first room on your right. There’s a connected bath. If you like you can change. Elisie nods goes up stairs. He first of the visitors arrives. I buzz in Pablo from my gate Cerberus inspects lets me know he has a Glock, Pablo waves
and say’s “What you know good home’s?”
“I got 4 G wagon’s, as promised, you have the cash?
I am good 4 late model Humvees, right?
Around back keys in the ignition. Pablo tosses a bag of cash at me I can trust him, as I killed his partner. He call’s on his cousins to help drive the cars to the chop shop. I can see them going across he lawn, the “Maria’s I call them he knows I prefer women around. All the cars leave in different directions. Elisie comes down the stars in a sundress, which shows off her slim figure and augmented breasts, and the same sky-high heels she is auditioning.
“The make and clothing to your liking?” I ask her
“Oh yes, everything very good” She answers.
Sitting next to me leaning on me.
Cerberus warns. I see him Andrei, suit gold chains no tie brief case, and empty duffle.
“Cash” he I ask. He reaches into his pocket. Slides the cash towards me a slowly
I give it to Elisie to count “ 6 AKS 3 Glock, Cerberus show him” I say. Cerberus always amazes Andrei.
A tall figure enters as Andrei leaves. He claps his hands together, and Say’s “Marc Anthony introduce me to you new pet.”
“Elisie this the Prince of Lies, Prince of darkness, Devil, Satan, Lucifer. Or as call him the repo man.” I said. Elisie looks anxious.
“You may call me, Nick, my dear” bowing slightly. Say what you will he is charming. Elisie, is not buying it; smart girl.
“What is repo Man?” she asks confused.
“When you fail to make payments on a vehicle the bank has a right to repossession , or take possession again, take back. Nicky here goes were ever there is pain misery , and suffering to take souls. “
“Speaking of taking souls Marc Anthony How long do you plan to be on surface this time? You have responsibilities , another Macedonian, didn’t your adventure with Cleo teach you anything? “You know she’s in Santa Monica, with a couple of kids and a mortal, ” the Repo man said. I was trying to picture her with a mini van, but couldn’t.
“She modeled and was in videos, she is as always stunning, have you lost interest in your new pet yet?” Repo man continues, smiling.
“Why are you here?” I ask the Repo man.
“I am hunting you and your pets will accompany me.” The Repo man answers.’
I signal Cerberus, and Elisie we follow thee Repo man to G wagon. Not sure why he wants an audience other, than he is vanity personified.
First stop rub and tug the repo man signals over the management who obey, not knowing why. Repo man touches them on the back the head there touches them on the back of the head, there’s a blinding flash of light, Repo man puts the ball of light into the brief case. This goes on all night the Repo man really has a stash he drops at my house and leaves this plane.
14 August 2015
12 August 2015
Dinner with the tour guide
Elisie cling to me a frightened smile, and eyes that simultaneously said don’t hurt. And take me. The EMT was running to the Chechnyanian.
“Elisie put my shades on now and watch I said softly, but firmly. She slips them on watches the Chechnyanian. The EMT props him up then puts his hand on the back of his head. There is a blinding flash.
Elisie wasn’t that most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I ask she is removing the gasses. I steer to the car
“What was that? She asks her accented voice a mixture of awe, and fear.
I walk her to my car .I press my finger on lips. “Love I will explain I say placing her in passenger seat. Then as I start the car put the top down, and the ’65 Lincoln Continental eases out of the car park. She is figuring out the satellite radio finds dance music, but she is still anxious.
“Love what you saw was the Chechnyanian’s soul. Every soul is this beautiful. Your soul is probably even more beautiful. “ I say.
“The EMT take it?” she demands
“That was Lou, Lucifer, Satan, “ I said.
“You are not scared?” she asked incredulously.
“I stole his dog,” I answer laughing.
We pull up to my place. Recognition flashes across her face. Elisie was here last week. When we met.
Cerberus runs to greet me. Elisie pets and kisses him blissfully unaware, that her new friend is factually the hound from hell.
“Elisie last week when we met somebody picked you up in the morning; Chechnyanians?” I ask. She looks at the ground, and nods yes.
“They’re on heir way, come with me she follows heels clicking. We walk to the pool house.
“You will be safe here, no mater what you hear you don’t come out. I will be back. She points at Cerberus, “No, I need him.” but we will come back for you
The Chechnyanians burst the door as on cue. I assume my true form bursting through my clothes to 9-foot tall 25 stone fangs and all, Cerberus goes from pit bull to 3 heads the Chechnyanians start emptying AK47’s on us. We charge. Cerberus eats one first, but there’s plenty to go around I drain he eats.
We make sure no one survived quickly go inside and morph back to human, and canine. Go to the pool house. I open the door, and Elisie is wielding a floor lamp. I laughingly plead, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Elisie drops lamp and hugs me.
“They no hurt you,” she asks inspecting me, then looking over Cerberus.
“They no hurt anyone again.” I answer. I am think there’s bling, guns and, 2 Humvees to sell tomorrow.
“”I can cook she, you hungry?” Elisie announces. I beg off saying I have eaten earlier, but tell her to go in the kitchen and prepare whatever she would like. I am happy I remembered to stock kitchen, with human food.
Elisie cling to me a frightened smile, and eyes that simultaneously said don’t hurt. And take me. The EMT was running to the Chechnyanian.
“Elisie put my shades on now and watch I said softly, but firmly. She slips them on watches the Chechnyanian. The EMT props him up then puts his hand on the back of his head. There is a blinding flash.
Elisie wasn’t that most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I ask she is removing the gasses. I steer to the car
“What was that? She asks her accented voice a mixture of awe, and fear.
I walk her to my car .I press my finger on lips. “Love I will explain I say placing her in passenger seat. Then as I start the car put the top down, and the ’65 Lincoln Continental eases out of the car park. She is figuring out the satellite radio finds dance music, but she is still anxious.
“Love what you saw was the Chechnyanian’s soul. Every soul is this beautiful. Your soul is probably even more beautiful. “ I say.
“The EMT take it?” she demands
“That was Lou, Lucifer, Satan, “ I said.
“You are not scared?” she asked incredulously.
“I stole his dog,” I answer laughing.
We pull up to my place. Recognition flashes across her face. Elisie was here last week. When we met.
Cerberus runs to greet me. Elisie pets and kisses him blissfully unaware, that her new friend is factually the hound from hell.
“Elisie last week when we met somebody picked you up in the morning; Chechnyanians?” I ask. She looks at the ground, and nods yes.
“They’re on heir way, come with me she follows heels clicking. We walk to the pool house.
“You will be safe here, no mater what you hear you don’t come out. I will be back. She points at Cerberus, “No, I need him.” but we will come back for you
The Chechnyanians burst the door as on cue. I assume my true form bursting through my clothes to 9-foot tall 25 stone fangs and all, Cerberus goes from pit bull to 3 heads the Chechnyanians start emptying AK47’s on us. We charge. Cerberus eats one first, but there’s plenty to go around I drain he eats.
We make sure no one survived quickly go inside and morph back to human, and canine. Go to the pool house. I open the door, and Elisie is wielding a floor lamp. I laughingly plead, “Please don’t hurt me.”
Elisie drops lamp and hugs me.
“They no hurt you,” she asks inspecting me, then looking over Cerberus.
“They no hurt anyone again.” I answer. I am think there’s bling, guns and, 2 Humvees to sell tomorrow.
“”I can cook she, you hungry?” Elisie announces. I beg off saying I have eaten earlier, but tell her to go in the kitchen and prepare whatever she would like. I am happy I remembered to stock kitchen, with human food.
10 August 2015
10.08.15
When she talk’s
She talks of Him
only in moments of weakness,
does she need me now
She never learns
So she always
Calls
Watching her speak
I see
I see
Her hands
Have lives of their own
She tells me
He
is a great scholar
He
is a genius
only in moments
does she need me now
does she need me now?
does she need me now?
Tour Guide Gets a Drink
“Chechnyanian you frighten me not. The regimental tattoo a warning; they call me the Captain, the English, and of course Marc Anthony. Think of this as a warning. I get that you're her boyfriend / manager. Understand, that, I am Vampyric walking study in demonology, and a tour guide in hell.
Cursed by Cleopatra a was a member of the Ptolemaic dynasty, a family of Macedonian Greek origin that ruled Egypt after Alexander the Great's death during the Hellenistic period. The Ptolemies, throughout their dynasty, spoke Greek, and refused to speak Egyptian. When she committed suicide; she cursued me to roam, and fight for eternity.
She was the world first supermodel, beautiful promiscuous, and strung out Affairs with my cousin Julius. So beautiful my wife Octavia wanted her blood, and her brother Octavos She was my type crazy, sexy, cool.
I have been to hell so many times. I am a tour guide there.
I have been fighting for 2 millennium. There is no way you survive I saw you call for help if you think they have improved on he gang I ran with Clodius Pulcher, you’re insane. I get it she was trafficked, but I fancy her, I now own her contract. , And you can walk out or be carried, either way works for me. The Captain said. Signaling for 2 pints
The Chechnyanian stands up, ‘6”6 maybe 20 stone. He reaches inside is jacket. The Captain stands bringing the full pint mug fast and connecting on the jawline and shattering. The Chechnyanian.
“Elisie lets leave bartender dialing 911, and she should see all that blood I hit the jugular. Macedonia always did have the most beautiful women.”
Elisie has a frightened smile as she hooks her arm in the Captain’s.
“Chechnyanian you frighten me not. The regimental tattoo a warning; they call me the Captain, the English, and of course Marc Anthony. Think of this as a warning. I get that you're her boyfriend / manager. Understand, that, I am Vampyric walking study in demonology, and a tour guide in hell.
Cursed by Cleopatra a was a member of the Ptolemaic dynasty, a family of Macedonian Greek origin that ruled Egypt after Alexander the Great's death during the Hellenistic period. The Ptolemies, throughout their dynasty, spoke Greek, and refused to speak Egyptian. When she committed suicide; she cursued me to roam, and fight for eternity.
She was the world first supermodel, beautiful promiscuous, and strung out Affairs with my cousin Julius. So beautiful my wife Octavia wanted her blood, and her brother Octavos She was my type crazy, sexy, cool.
I have been to hell so many times. I am a tour guide there.
I have been fighting for 2 millennium. There is no way you survive I saw you call for help if you think they have improved on he gang I ran with Clodius Pulcher, you’re insane. I get it she was trafficked, but I fancy her, I now own her contract. , And you can walk out or be carried, either way works for me. The Captain said. Signaling for 2 pints
The Chechnyanian stands up, ‘6”6 maybe 20 stone. He reaches inside is jacket. The Captain stands bringing the full pint mug fast and connecting on the jawline and shattering. The Chechnyanian.
“Elisie lets leave bartender dialing 911, and she should see all that blood I hit the jugular. Macedonia always did have the most beautiful women.”
Elisie has a frightened smile as she hooks her arm in the Captain’s.
09 August 2015
07 August 2015
07.08.15
When I met
You
You
Belonged to no one
And
everyone
The soul of a pink spider
Morally Flexible and fluid
You
kept saying you were tired of feeling crazy
when you broke
I threw the pieces across the sky
They sparkled and became
Thousands’ of stars
I
Ride faraway from the city and look at the bright
Stars you
Have
become
06 August 2015
05 August 2015
05.08.15 later
raw, wild, and hungry
in my prime, desired
and angry
in my crosshairs
but
too vain to know
my shots are clean
My shots are final
You say you’re genius
But
Sitting on a glass wand in the wind
You can’t feel me calculating wind and drop
You’re already dead
little man
one more
bullet
one less
sod
02 August 2015
31 July 2015
31.08.15
Your madness
perfume below your belly
Like a rare
tropical flower
warm and inviting
behind your forehead
dreams and visions wait
like
a flock of beautiful
birds waiting to take flight
under your breast a heart so
strong
passionate
bursting
like a star gone s
supernova
in
my bed you’re
a revelation
of raw sensuality, and passion
I wish to caress your affliction
This madness
of yours
has
me
in
a trance
30 July 2015
28 July 2015
26 July 2015
22 July 2015
20 July 2015
18 July 2015
In progress
He felt like a malevolent disembodied apparition, as he waited outside her home. He felt for his .45. A reflex, as he tried to remember how long he had carried a weapon. There was of course his public school. It was probably in his teens. Algiers maybe working the black market smoking opium, living on cigarettes unreasonably strong tea, and tourist women. The tea was more addictive, than the opium. He was a Kaffir; the protection was needed as it was in the Bowery. Now it was part of getting dressed. 10 round clip, which he didn’t need tonight.
She challenged him at every turn “I don’t think you’re strong enough to accept to accept my love.” She taunted.
He pointed at the scar on his throat, his mind going back to that, night, in Hunts point South Bronx The fight, Cass helping him into her car driving like an Algerian taxi driver, while cooing sweet things to him. Shirt pressed to throat. Finally Saint Vincent’s hospital Sister of charity running toward him, then it going black.
He answered by saying I have seen “Helicopters a blaze, my love coughing Technicolor blood in her last moments I travelled around thee world, around the block and back again. I have rarely seen anything more beautiful, than you.”
She just held him, not saying a word shaking a little at first, and then just pressing as to melt with him.
Mumbling something incomprehensible before kissing him. Next she casually invited him to her house for the night. Somehow through coincidence, Happenstance, and random chance. He is now sitting outside her house at 3 AM smoking a cigarette trying decide to call, and see if she wants company. “I crave she says in a manner, that is carnal, with no pretence if she’s in the mood. The other possibility Start the bike hope the Ducati’s growls went unnoticed, and go to his flat, which is smiling like a flock of beauty pageant contestants, but secretly sad, and blue.
He felt like a malevolent disembodied apparition, as he waited outside her home. He felt for his .45. A reflex, as he tried to remember how long he had carried a weapon. There was of course his public school. It was probably in his teens. Algiers maybe working the black market smoking opium, living on cigarettes unreasonably strong tea, and tourist women. The tea was more addictive, than the opium. He was a Kaffir; the protection was needed as it was in the Bowery. Now it was part of getting dressed. 10 round clip, which he didn’t need tonight.
She challenged him at every turn “I don’t think you’re strong enough to accept to accept my love.” She taunted.
He pointed at the scar on his throat, his mind going back to that, night, in Hunts point South Bronx The fight, Cass helping him into her car driving like an Algerian taxi driver, while cooing sweet things to him. Shirt pressed to throat. Finally Saint Vincent’s hospital Sister of charity running toward him, then it going black.
He answered by saying I have seen “Helicopters a blaze, my love coughing Technicolor blood in her last moments I travelled around thee world, around the block and back again. I have rarely seen anything more beautiful, than you.”
She just held him, not saying a word shaking a little at first, and then just pressing as to melt with him.
Mumbling something incomprehensible before kissing him. Next she casually invited him to her house for the night. Somehow through coincidence, Happenstance, and random chance. He is now sitting outside her house at 3 AM smoking a cigarette trying decide to call, and see if she wants company. “I crave she says in a manner, that is carnal, with no pretence if she’s in the mood. The other possibility Start the bike hope the Ducati’s growls went unnoticed, and go to his flat, which is smiling like a flock of beauty pageant contestants, but secretly sad, and blue.
16 July 2015
A Kiss
It’s a given, that you party for a living. A raspy voice says come here and go away at the same time. Long blonde hair, and a gravity defying cleavage, a café au lait tan. Long strong legs that must be he stairway to heaven An accent that speaks of mother Russia, and the bad girl” in a Bond film.
You have my attention smoky bedroom eyes. You’re someone different every time I see you. I watch morph before my eyes. I will never get a glimpse of you.
“ You my friend, no? She asks in her whiskey and honey voice. Hitting me with those eyes, and pouty lips
“ I think so, am I?” I ask
“You come, with me leave, talk.” She says kissing me.
“You are my friend, I would rather die, than kiss without love, “ She says. Opening doors that I will never be able to close. I step into the abyss holding her and, and smiling. Knowing it will end in disaster
It’s a given, that you party for a living. A raspy voice says come here and go away at the same time. Long blonde hair, and a gravity defying cleavage, a café au lait tan. Long strong legs that must be he stairway to heaven An accent that speaks of mother Russia, and the bad girl” in a Bond film.
You have my attention smoky bedroom eyes. You’re someone different every time I see you. I watch morph before my eyes. I will never get a glimpse of you.
“ You my friend, no? She asks in her whiskey and honey voice. Hitting me with those eyes, and pouty lips
“ I think so, am I?” I ask
“You come, with me leave, talk.” She says kissing me.
“You are my friend, I would rather die, than kiss without love, “ She says. Opening doors that I will never be able to close. I step into the abyss holding her and, and smiling. Knowing it will end in disaster
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