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”


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”