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friday the 13th

a middle of the night phone call from your mother a continent away

and suddenly the whiskey loses it’s edge

and the silver screen dream there in your arms

is half a world away

there are no words though i will try

in my disjointed and drunken way

to make sense of the world as i now know it

and this is what i know

my limits are becoming clear

with borders controlled and emotions in check

we carry on, we grab a beer in our political acts of light

we sit in cafés, unafraid, and stare into the night

a little worse for the wear

witnessing once again the folly of man

and now, holed up in a tiny dutch town, i try not to cry

because it would be bad for my rep

but i know as i return tomorrow

i will go into a place that is once again foreign

and the weight that is in my heart outweighs any of the joy

that i have recently become accustomed to

where do we go from here?

we continue just as we always have

we persevere, we drink, we fuck

and we bask in the knowledge that no matter what

the sun will still rise tomorrow

my muse

every syllabyle he utters sounds like hush darling it’s only a movie with touches of pure silver i shudder there are beats pulsating and amid them bodies reach out for each other i see him beneath the cotton candy lights in a squatter nest for two 21st century james dean in a t shirt and jeans sipping whiskey like a grunge dean martin the wonder in my eyes translates to lust in the reverie of perfect shoulders and epic nights collide in the honesty of tonight grasping at the straws of coke fiends and alkies we find the trails of tears become paved with gold i want to be under his thumb under his hips under a new kind of control these romantic musings are not lost i think and in the hoarse throats of dawn i hear him calling my name  so many kilometers from the arms of the ones we crave  i drink each note in like honey in an arab’s tea  correctness is not an option anymore as i tear him away from cults and fiends and with this grip he keeps me from my chains she will not melt me they will not rule me he can consume me but it’s all good this parade of love has culminated here and for this i get down on my knees

on the canal

i don’t have to i want to but i can stop this whenever i please i just choose not to his skin was diamond under the red green and blue lights i want him to scratch me like one of the records in his hands i guess i should just kiss you now but then i’d miss you later dada and damsels in distress the wind kissed my face on my way to find him here and the city lights shone as i clutched at the back of a dutchman’s coat now ecstasy in my veins as the world closes around itself and in this moment i see him strutting through the room on the prowl on the move on the take his vanity burning brightly in the glow of a bonfire there is a woman tending that fire and she is looking like his mother the daggers she is casting in my direction as the mating ritual begins makes me suspect it’s something more the string of events that brought this moment are hazy now but all interconnected suddenly the inner hidden hippie comes dancing out and i’m citing mayan mythology and tarot auspices all i want is perfect chaotic love the kind that leaves you baffled in an instant sending shock waves through the crowd they tried to pull me away one minute one kiss too late plans are being hatched great electrifying futures and the makings of a memoir of an escape and as i pull out of the station a train cruises by with graffiti love is a battlefield

old school/new school

they were all there and they were spitting out beauty into the chalice that is my soul lilting gruff voices filled the void of a thursday night the oldies, the goodies, the word junkies, the poetry groupies gathered in a melange of weed and cigarette smoke self absorbed self aware forming a collective of borderline narcissism the phrases are tumbling through the hushed voices the girls are given a chance and nail it amid the old school this boys’ club this ever dying art i’ve fucked enough to write about this i’m fucked up enough to try i’m creating my own legends becoming a satire of myself but the feeling i get when baring my soul baring my breasts in unknown territory this is the strength this is the push this is the life it’s not where you go but how you get there