Sunday, December 4, 2011
murmour
Murmour
Hipster jeans
And a big belly
Beard guarding
His face
Studying his hands
Unobserved
Man alone
In his cocoon.
Has Brussels
Banned tomatoes .
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Round Trip to Italy
From Bangkok
Plane landed in Rome
Transit hall
Drank some wine
You been sent home in shame
By fulsome jesters
Try Genoa
Martini…for sure
A new job
Easy now
Don’t let the fuckers catch you
Keep your head down.
Ship sails noon
From shores of misery
Screw them all
More wine mate
Wake up tomorrow midday
Drink a cold beer.
Tell the truth
You overslept…sorry
It’s no lie
Be contrite
Your young face oozes of sincerity
And moist blue eyes
embarrassment
Embarrassment
A glass door
How was I to know?
Bloody nose
Full café
Ringing laughter, the bastards
Crushed my exit.
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