A day like this We met once To play the game of life Together - like a dance. Our weekend dreams Observing the clouds A Stormy Sunday Filled us with doubts. Typing again To relieve the pain Afraid to tell you To dance in the rain. Soaking wet My whole life Thunders and storms Became … Continue reading Sunday’s Poems.
So little to want... just a beer, a cigarette, a small place to stay with a window in the street. Everything you ever wanted. Careers, Partys, Christmas, Hot girlfriends, Cars, Exotic destinations. Detached from the world. A true nobody. Just a beer, a cigarette a small place to stay and a type writer. Observer of … Continue reading Low life charm.