Googling Boston

I've never been but found somehow
that you can always google downtown
For the Boston Common and the Public gardens
are just a click away in another town

I've fallen in love with my new web cam
snapping streets around the New England Aquarium
As clever souls cross Harvard Bridge
I take a break and raid my fridge

This long haul travel is getting tiring
my laptop probably needs rewiring
but I don't like to be kept in the dark
so I'll take a virtual walk in Franklin Park.

‘Si el mar era de leche’

‘Si el mar era de leche’

Canning House | 27th July 2011 | 19.30-21.30

Tickets: £12 / Members: £10

Black Sabbath: Masters of vertigo

http://www.trebuchet-magazine.com/index.php/site/article/honest_and_unmerciful_writers_on_black_sabbath/ 

 

A Baltic Beach

A church ahead
through porous trees
the sound of summers
been and will be
children follow
an exhausted leader
who stumbles onto the here
and whisks herself to maybe

Down the way
past ice-cream ladies
the beach glows
with sun-kissed everybody]
hats fix firmly
atop soft corpulence
as little people wade
and splash all and sundry

Holding hands

Giving in each time around
a sentence not even I believe
Am alone in this so hold my hand
and divide the cells of my pain

Maybe only then grace pours back
into lonely blood and a dead heart
where tears stored overpower hope
until you hold my decaying hand

Dreaming goodbyes

Will we make it to the promised land
by a lake so still it soaks our souls,
in a forest of sweet smelling pine
dampened only by our woes

My very own wooden cabin
will house all the lessons
of forgetting your misty eyes
as the inner noise deafens

The wind blows on my deformed face
like supple breaths of relief
A red boat sets sail
greeted by our inevitable wreath

Gainsbourg the contrarian

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