Kafka in my head

I deprive myself of sleep scramble my neurons to dream of the magic blue it pervades my nightmares my walkabouts in the concrete escape are never quite alone there is a shadow, my own lurking behind, a mass of tormented ghostlings, the kind you see in war and films about dying men untouched by joy,… Continue reading Kafka in my head


We stayed up late and talked about men and their sexual propensities their love of oral sex and golden showers their lust for hatred, violence and tragedy some couldn't stand it some got up and left some were frowned upon some were hated but then there was this hopeful boy sitting in a corner sipping… Continue reading Propensity