http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dougbrown11 The original writings of author Lonesome Traveler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022884 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The world is suddenly a rock song place again, against the trials of a Warsaw Monday morning. A morning for moving on, it is the same feeling of invincibility I remember sitting in a cobbled street café in Copenhagen and waiting to set upon the rails again; Federicia, Flensburg, Praha, the IC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1954133/ Drink tea, straight gin, f**k up; don't use a fountain pen unless you are a natural.Stare at each other, howl at the sky, listen to coffee shops and drink to the wireless.Get blood stained hands, ink skinned fingers.Scream, shout, stand on your head and rage against the colour of your furniture.Do a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1866168/ Abandoned poetry overleafwords ordered too logically,formulaically. Unfinished portrait underneathcolours layered too consciously,forcefully. Unkempt microphone upon a wreathrhetoric spoken too vehemently,poisonously.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1190093/ I kept that memory, it'll come round againthe spinning wheel, back to the black hole.It says Au Revoir, never adieu in black penI find my shard, ready, waiting on the dole. Nestled amongst a shelf of best friends,literary greats, it silently waits, for the pounce.Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1185255/ Man on the phone, woman on the smokeYoung cats & lovers, tracksuit & tweed;You say romance is dead. Not me.It's every which way, at the junction. But the dancing days are overthough it's still walking the beat.Desperate gasp, fleeting glance.Welcome to the Strangers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1124880/ She steals off with the night,leaves me sober, aching ever more.Takes my breath, & cloistered dreams,Into the world, onto her collage. She clings to the edge of the middle,All seeing, all hearing, all smiling.Developing her own negatives,I wish seeing my positives... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1123508/    Wooden skull, wooden wrist,Discarded claret, spilled in ink.Caustic wounds, Richmond Gin,lonely sympathies, sharing the brink.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1122366/ Those three people... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1118976/ A thousand voices, inside and outA hundred bodies, mulling round about.Breathless and tense, seize my lungs,spinning vision, no innocent ones. All but invisible, my shell a tortoisestock, still & silent, in a place full of noise.Dancehall keeps buzzing, only changes the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1117586/ Glittering spark.Gunpowder cageyear of the ages.Not for no lark. Scuffed felt.Lingering damptruly set camp.Your hand is dealt. Fleeting gasp.Desperate dancea unknown chance.But lower the mast.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1116431/ Red snake of lovers disgustBlack rose of disconsolate trust.Heart no longer can feelNo longer can love real. Pupils dilate, mind mutateRead it's tortured stare.touch the void, feel the spinYou're to tell the next of kin. It was her's, so why not yours?join the rotting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1116245/ I see you in black and whitesurreal themes, unpunctual deans,A world of rainbow starlight. Infectious joy to shattered darkness,heartbroken for different times;First night; homicidal screamsThe second broken love dreams. And then I wakereal blues mix with fake.Un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115826/ It's the coastline run,Bay Shore to Guadalupe,Shift, haul, box and moveyoung Brakeman runs with the gun.Engineer shout, locomotive weave,Southern skies, fillup his eyes. Many flies.The points beat with his heart,Cotton, grape, maizeA thousand memories in the dark.He's living the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115666/ Blue Monday, ever the fright;damp soggy shoes, dull eminent light. Blue Monday, sinks deep into me,drags through the gutter, never any fee. Blue Monday, raise up a smile?Wanting a Friday, so f**k off a while. Blue Monday, battered and bruised,even the flag run ragg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115562/ Gleaming brass, screech & howlspilling out into the night.That continental night.quick fingers bass, outwith the rhythmand soon we're jumpin'.Smoke curls and mingles,trumpet screams.into the night.That O so continental night.No one can stop themand no one can stop.These h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115257/ Rough hue, the heel and toe.Washed out in the heat,still living the deadbeatup in Skid Row.Amongst the world wearinesslost wives, lost kids, lost hopes.Cheap Muscadet spillswith smoke. Dirt, dust and dope.Still there's one crazy beat bumnot undone, by years&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115210/ The stars haunt the night,Your soul shoots the breeze.We could grasp them,But should we try?-Starsailor, or just wayfaring stranger?Ambeguity inked into the eyesColours sketch, but your tears paint.The canvas of a broken dawn.-We roll on through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115162/ Together we watched those battles cease,Together we sung for our sweet new lease.But time rolled into one, passed us byAnd just for a second we dared to live a lie.-Drink up, they said, say your goodbyes,We just stood there, with our hushed lullabiesBut time rolled i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dougbrown11/1115150/