I sit at the bar, cigarette in hand, And worlds beyond: Sultry skies mixed with sea hues of grey and blue My brain sleeps, yet in that moment I fuck desire. Heed the writing on the walls. As fat crowds fill the streets; Searching for what? I hold autumn close, squeezing her ass, a pitiful tangle of dreams gather; plastic gadgets for plastic people, use your plastic card, Where the inner self meets a soulless void bickering lips suck champagne. And fat crowds drain from the streets, doors slamming. My hot breath fights against the wind. I walk the promenade, … Continue reading →