Category Archives: aging

audience

Stand in front of four hundred mostly strangers there for something else and be cool. Monopolize them with my words and demeanour and backed by fifty musicians It was the fifty who carried it off maybe my giant failures were … Continue reading

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chipped paint

The cracking paint gives way in patterned flakes revealing dark bones of this weathered porch. The last coat I laid on I hoped would last, but again undress it with a blade and torch. The naked wood has beauty but … Continue reading

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Saviours

Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and the echo of voices and utensils in the hospital cafeteria down the hall and whether … Continue reading

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