space is where all the good stuff is happening
@ mayhem, copenhagen, 28 april 2012
i feel welcomed by something
that does not
welcome me at all
the oily wall, the water beside the stolen boat:
the street light’s there
complete with the smell of pee
& her –
you ve broken every bone & promise &
the worst thing
you could do now is
lie about your grief
and age. age – yes – but for years
i have not felt so
not alone as here,
by the door – so please
let me stay.
just for a while.
the future of rock is Â Â Â Â Â Â Â sand.
extending a thought by smith and/or burroughs,