Searching for you
I took a train to Indiana
and ended up in New Orleans
(Yes,) I took a train to Indiana
but ended up in new Orleans
Met a Girl in New York City
she was all over me
Met a Girl in New York City
and took her back home with me
Now Lucy from Havana
Mary from Bronx
Lesly smoking MJ's
tells me what she want's ..
(I do it right)
I took a plane to Indiana
ended up in New Orleans.
Yes, I took a plane to Indiana
and ended up in new Orleans
Now someone please help me
and show what to do
I need a little something
and sister im looking at you
Met a Girl from New York City
she was all over me
Met a Girl from New York City
and took her back home with me
I took a train to Indiana
and ended up in New Orleans
(Yes,) I took a train to Indiana
but ended up in new Orleans
Now Lucy from Havana
Mary from Bronx
Lesly smoking MJ's
tells me what she want's ..
(I do it right sister)
fade ...
took a train to Indiana
and ended up in New Orleans
(Yes,) I took a train to Indiana
but ended up in new Orleans
fade ...
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
Can’t help but think
you spit too much
and every word
is not ****
And the world
is brimming with girls
that are not so hot.
(Get over it dude.)
And beer is strong,
and **** is too.
And waking up in *****
aint cool so
(and I beat you a pool too)
Being a man
takes more than fighting and *******
and stories of fishing.
So you take a leak.
I light a cigar.
And the hot girl winks you
from behind the bar
and then
I realise now - the haunting truth
What i miss the most
Is my youth.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
You know when the sun shines through the garden window
And you are set there near me and the bright light vibrates the
atoms of your tights – I feel delight.
When in bed and my bodies useless but for sleeping,
and no good even for talking
And you wrapped those arms around me
and I feel your heart beating
And this extra treat – sure feels like a delight.
And when the Universe is out to play
And still as rock we lay,
between the graves
Just to see the view – me next to you
And one day
the world will pass this way.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
Oh Maisie:
Your magic and my delight!
whish the sun would be,
and it would be tonight.
And the flowers I will bring you,
the jewels and the gems,
the Silver and gold,
A world without end.
Dear Robert:
You’re lost at sea, I can see:
You’re love comes from lust
And not from me.
Love is not lust.
And is nothing to me:
Love is my need
When you sleep with me.
So Maisie
Oh maybe, I read you so wrong!
Last night you cried
when I sung you that song
Cowboys and treasures,
a measure of love:
The words from the stars
From the heavens above
Oh Robert,
Dear Robert, the news is this:
A chance to touch, feel and
Caress - would be bliss.
Undress me and taste me,
the syrup of love.
The sweetness, completeness,
Is more than you deserve
See you tonight.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
Drunk
NYC, 7 Ave, 1 Jan.
Barkeep: “You and her, get the hell out!”
~ x ~
So drunk you say,
as we lean in together
in the door way,
to escape this lousy wind.
So the police pass
and you *** on the floor
and laugh
while I eat your food.
And so we leave
holding hands and
like lovers we kiss,
(while the bus waits).
We ride the streets
to your home.
And I remove your clothes
Rub your feet,
kiss your cheek.
And the promise
Never came.
Was never asked for
(Too old to *****
Besides a loving hold
in your arms
makes a soul
a better place.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
What I can’t imagine is what it would be like to be with you alone
for just, say, one night?
and in holding your hand and taking a kiss from those talk filled lips (what would it be like)?
And just for a second you exist like the petrichor perfume that turns to window mist after a while of summer rain.
But beneath your dripping wet hair I lie still and stare up
to you and wonder why I can’t be there
So I wait in the square and write your name and say something like
I hope to see you again.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Tuesday,
drunk!
Called you.
(No Answer!)
Hello?
I love you.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Desire.
was, after all, the kind knife
That I used to cut you out
From your life And stick you in mine.
and
Was all I needed to take you away
To hotels and rooms only for lovers
With Secrets like ours
And
Fantasy
Tied you in ropes and allowed
Me the vicious satisfaction of quenched need.
but
Love, was never needed,
Nor wanted, while I lay apon
The beats of your breaking heart
But
It was always running down.
Allowing time in was our mistake.
Matrimony
Called you home to your husband and left me alone
Now, shivering and tangled
Low and lonely in a pension
near Vienna.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Warby’s brother died.
While he cycled like a madman
and fell down Smiths hill.
He lay dead on the cold tar,
as the light of the day
faded over his head.
Jen said the man from the car
cried,
and,
shouted at the same time,
(while dusty blood ran around his shoes.)
No ambulance came, no need.
The evening knew.
And so,
at that moment,
frost began and so did snow.
Remember:
The wrinkled cheeks of your
neighbours big head,
stuck in our window.
As she told us all, in silence,
bad news like a song.
Life was hard.
we were all untouched
and continued eating, checking phones,
not thinking much,
Harry warby, 18, now boxed.
He washed the blood and bones
From the floor of the butcher’s shop
gave us cigarettes in the black night
While we shivered in gangs around the streets
We never knew the name of the Man
The Man in the car, so silent in the church.
His shaking hands out of reach of the bible
We were not there we stood outside in the chill
Everyone knew a child had died.
Cars waited, mothers stopped, and
The sky looked like it wanted to snow.
I remember.
Kicking our way over dog **** grass
And broken glass and the rotten
Litter of poverty we wait in silence
For our time to live and escape the estate.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
The men, mostly wrapped in grey,
With knitted necks have nothing to say.
But sway out of the way of the others, passing.
Over there, on six, a man is checking
No one is asking, but he’s still looking.
His finger’s pointing.
Beside me, a beautiful lady, is waiting
Speaking softly to her lover:
“Not long now” – she whispers’, lower.
With late night morning upon our faces
We wonder why, we are here at all
Collecting colds, old age, and wages:
Before middle, old, and then the fall.
And then the sun appears:
It lights the seats where no one sits
I feel my heart beat miss a bit.
I see myself years ago.
Waiting for a train to go.
To take our family away, for free
For fish, chips, salt and sea.
All of us all, sitting there:
Our fathers 1950’s hair,
Our sixties mother thin lipped stare,
my sisters, bothers, and me, just sat there.
Frozen cold, with tears sticking in my eyes.
And for a moment I want back that time.
To start again, at another me:
No more trains - but more sea.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC