Teasing out a tune from a borrowed horn, in a rented room, in Kreuzberg. I breathe in the perfume of the afternoon - I taste bottled beer and oranges. The shadows rise as the sunlight falls. The sparrows in the scaffold sing. In 10962. Two punks sitting on a painted wall - … Continue reading Postcard From Kreuzberg.
scratches in the sunlight/…cassettes Jackdaws & witches tapping watches, stripping you to the bone. Some still can't say your name without stretching all the wrong vowels. I hear your voice. I'm ankle-deep in bluebells. My red penknife unfolds, I'm scratching your initials. Trapdoors every Monday morning. Cornflowers, my boots are soiled. The grey … Continue reading Jackdaws & Witches.
This fingered beam of light pours soft & electric - an endless stream through the keyhole of our door. We caress & kiss softly, almost silent, in this cosy corner of the coming dawn. We writhe until we cannot breathe in this scruffy bed, beneath Egyptian cotton sheets, sleep-thin & weak with hunger. The … Continue reading But, Painted Palace!
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