Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More

i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

There’s a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?” … More