Seven fucking weeks and I’m getting giddy, man. I don’t have a long winter stretching ahead and the slow climb into summer and living tree branches – I’ve got this gorgeous gleaming severance, a runaway, a hop and a skip and a great big fuck off all the merry long dance to sunny Elsewhere. And it’s this that’s keeping me going through this cold sad winter – filling every day with dreams of hostel beds and foreign bars, mountains and heat cracked motorways and all of it, all smashing together, clacking like marbles, clacking like judging tongues. Continue reading
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Holes in my Shoes
I’ve got holes in my shoes
And its autumn now so when I walk to work my socks get wet
I could buy more shoes but that’d cost money
And I don’t have too much of that. Continue reading
The Berlin Diaries – Ten Thousand Lamplights
It’s Saturday afternoon and I wake up in a bed that’s not mine. We smoke something together and watch some television before I leave but that’s a bad idea, always is, because if I smoke in the morning I’m in a haze for the whole day and don’t accomplish much, and I wanted to write today but it doesn’t matter anymore, it’s a lazy afternoon and I’m sleepy and smiling as I drift back to my place. Continue reading
Noufin Speshŭl
Nothin’ special, novel or urgent; I feel good so I started writing because I wanted to see what would come out, and hey, here you go…
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Just A Haiku, and Maybe Some Advice
Friends are your lifeline
And you shouldn’t be afraid
To say you miss them