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.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

welcome onboard

Welcome onboard

I don’t care to read of other people dreams it has nothing to do with
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary I walked
along the docks of Faro saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward.
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.
On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.
The captain came he looked baffled; according to my passport I was 73
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals
onboard signing for them and getting the food stuff safely stored.
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining no
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days even driving a car there are
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again?

welcome onboard

Welcome onboard

I don’t care to read of other people dreams it has nothing to do with
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary I walked
along the docks of Faro saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward.
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.
On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.
The captain came he looked baffled; according to my passport I was 73
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals
onboard signing for them and getting the food stuff safely stored.
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining no
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days even driving a car there are
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again?