The mating call of the tourist.
They travel in packs, or at least, band together once they arrive. There are four suitable days for debauchery. Thursday to Sunday. ‘Monday I’ll have drinking on my mind.’ And the women, my god, some of them are gorgeous. Unaware of a different type of man; a sober one. Or at least, sometimes sober. They drink and they drink and they sing and they drink. And drink. And drink. Come the early...
I see trees of green.
I see people getting married, getting laid, getting lost, getting sunburnt, holding hands, falling down, getting up, whatever. I see people, walking, running, exercising, wandering, wondering, searching, dining. Fine dining. Eating. Whatever. I see people, getting fat, losing weight, setting goals, settling down, fighting diseases, winning, losing, sports & diseases, dying, whatever. I see...
The singer in Bush.
It feels like sad so I make it anger and chew on the lid of my takeaway coffee. Drift off, mind in the ether, reading posters and observe that even after all these years have gone by, Gavin Rossdale is still pretty handsome. The lump in my throat brings me back and I make it anger because it’s better than sad. And way more manly.
Don't ask me to stop, Lover.
I haven’t been writing, lover. Because when I write, I feel, lover. So I keep myself occupied, drinking coffee, reading books, magazines, the ingredients in packaged foods, dressing up, going out, trimming my fingernails, toenails, beard, scrotum hair, anything not to feel. I’ve been watching movies, television, porn, masturbating, drawing pictures on dust covered surfaces, anything,...
In a fleeting moment, I became aware that she was out there. And I knew, I knew, she could feel me searching. Soon, Love x
The airport, café, landmark in one of our cities. It won’t matter. That first kiss will rock both our worlds. It will escalate, quickly. This, I am sure of. Parental guidance recommended - not suitable for outdoors. Hotel room, my room, your room, in one of our cities. It won’t matter. Racing hearts, perspiring desire, wanting, craving, yearning - see Thesaurus. At the first...
Your computer, your phone, your menu, your tv; they are all right in front of you. We have evolved into a short-sighted society with little or no regard for much beyond tomorrow. Try looking out your window every once in a while. Myopian Man. (mp3)
Dear Mum and Dad,
I may never get married I may never be a parent I may never find a soulmate I may never own a house I may never have a steady career I may never drive a fancy car I may never make you proud but I hope I make you proud I love you
This is art?
Art is the place where the real and ethereal meet. Where simplicity is beautified, and what is commonplace, magnified, what is and isn’t, can not be defined, yet it is, by us pathetic humans. You were hoping for a rhyme. Let go, This is art. This is art? (mp3)