Confusion

We are lying on our bed smoking a cigar, The smoke curls up in a blue haze. We eat cold Mango and melon from room service. Jim Morrison is playing through the speakers We are in a state of confusion about the hours If we go down to the beach until three When we comeContinue reading “Confusion”

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What good there was has been swallowed by time

Thinking about things Pulling on my heart strings unforeseen consequences finding a new tune to play on my fiddle is not happening but ¬†then again what is is passing by without leaving a trace except for the hiccups I make on the canvas that was¬†blank. It’s not that I don’t think of cathedrals just notContinue reading “What good there was has been swallowed by time”