Month: January 2025

Is that what it’s like in your world Lady Gaga? A little girl screams and it absolutely splits my ear drums. All in leather on the New York streets and the statue of serendipity welcomes me. I had to protect my heart because all the love I’ve ever known is a one way street. Woo her with words, there’s a whole world out there and the fantasy I built came crashing down. Let her live in her doll house and sing for her dollars, I’ll just cry on Gods shoulder. I guess I couldn’t tell the difference between being inspired by someone and desiring someone. She’s a mixture of good music and bad dreams.

Memories are like clothes drying in the wind, I help the Angel’s mend their wings. I read poetry I don’t understand. There’s salt on my skin after swimming with Sylvia Plath. We throw words to each other and catch them. I urge you to write and stop the beast with his hands around the throat of a virgin. Now I’ve lost my looks, I sell books instead. Am I talented? The mad hatters tea party in Manhattan. Drinks after dark and life after art. It draws us closer, it sets us apart. On the other side of the world the money is greener.