A flow of handicapped thoughts from you to me; my acceptance a distillery for you Of naked men, baby born, love shot and confidence rot, I’m the friendship ear and unlocked tongue Ask for my opinion and it will lure you ten. … Read the full article…
Every raindrop hits me In Winter night, my skin reads the newspaper and I awake educated to the street The cold colds The robot beckons me to beg a coin Dressing in my unhappy face (they don’t know that the unhappiest shows nothing), I jostle with the Coca-Cola Man to get my tax relief Later, I’ve got my bread and single cigarette and I’m playing hide-and-hide with the older boys Thank God, they don’t see the angel in my pocket so soon I’m sniffing her all the way to Heaven … Read the full article…
Your friends say that you’re so lucky to be working but your mind is as cold as the air conditioning There’s no difference in the way that memos are typed everyday and now your flirt with the clerk you despised the first day You shake the ciggie shake while waiting for tea break (where’s comfort in nicotine burning to an ending?) Your boss responds to your efforts with “It’s never enough” and lunch is a round of gossip with coke and health fluff Then it’s the ‘phone talking noise and … Read the full article…
