I like to see the moon It’s so close to me it could be in my room A silent friend that watches as I sleep dreaming soon A forever captured orbit that shifts the waves as it looms A constant reminder that fate brought humans here and it is fate that will decide our fortune I wondered to myself one day this earth will be one gigantic tomb.
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.
Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling
Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over