http://slow.writerscafe.org/HighBrowCulture The original writings of author HighBrowCulture en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why this memory and why Charleston is still beyond me.  But Charleston would have been proud.  He always took a sucrose liking toSully.  You see Sully was the kind ofbalm-faced boy he expected to catch sitting under my awning in a pin-striped Poloand beltless pre-torn je.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/740513/ A proust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/719393/ Tact. Spindle in a vacuum cleaner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/696707/ Beauty that we left behind how shall we tomorrow find -Ben Harper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/691568/ Yours is the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been But I know where I want to go -Bright Eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/685379/  Charleston.  His bludgeon-shaped head looks like a runny Ponand Zi comic strip through my front window. He catches his umbrella in the glass door.  It takes him exactly eight and a half secondsto extricate that wiry flamingo mass out of the metal frame... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/684171/ With all these poems and shorts lying around I had the idea of using them in a collection narrated by a cafe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/684170/ What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise? I think I know I think I might know -City and Colour http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/683235/ Told my love to wreck it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/680551/ And don't it make you sad to know that life Is more than who we are -Goo Goo Dolls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/671773/ It's in your eyes we fail to even try. It's in our blood to watch each day go by. -Horse Feathers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/669055/ Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we never were here -Bon Iver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/669012/ Start to grow a second skin To keep the insides in This one is obviously not thick enough It's time to grow a second skin Keep the insides in -Great Lake Swimmers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/668997/ When I passed you in the doorway You took me with a glance I should have took that last bus home But I asked you for a dance -Thin Lizzy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/668963/ How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year... -Pink Floyd http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/668951/ “Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind. Now you and I are quits, and it’s useless to draw up a list of mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.”-Mayakovski http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/668949/ I want to bowtie the minute,But I find the gravy intestine more appropriate in lost measure.Metronome, she dresses in candycane red, stripslike a priest after a funeral.My feet, oiled, the myrrh applied in brushstrokes, like a typewriter head f*****g the manilla out of proportion--I say-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/668210/ We were dead long before the first autumn leaf fell,But where did it go, the moments?I want to lie again in a satin mauve field and feel the snow fall for the first time.I'm tired of living a pipe dream where the wallpaper runs like wheat tears of the sundown the lone face of a steady child .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/667305/ Poetic dialogue between close friends and writers ocean's apart about lovers lost forever ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/662170/ I walk with heavy feetDown these city streetsPounding my thoughts down pill fire brick throatsInto cement hands flat as night standsOr window sills catching the afternoonOr Chilean steppes under old skiesAnd the sun drips like Beirut honeyOr cohune oilInto these skunk freeways, alley.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/658120/ Song Lyrics and Recording. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/652778/ 1.Idrink tap-water and piss in the same sink.Ipretend to fall in love with a girl so I can f**k her.Icomplain about injustice but do nothing about it.Iwas a poet until my heart was shattered.Now-what voice am I?Thevoice of a drug addict who’s seen the sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/651948/ I am in a dead well.Mother, you were beautiful then.You are so sad now.  Iam the cause of your ruin.Father, you always loved. You just couldn’t stand why.I didn’t want to live your dream.Sisters, I was once your darkest nightmares.Brother, you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/651574/ Hands, these, the sameThat soiled pages forever ago,Wetting them to death with cheap thoughtsFrom a gutter mind tethered to the whipping post- C’est la Vie… I am a child still.Suffering a cage existence.Pissing on his mother’s lilac sheetsBecause he d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/651204/ 'run, rabbbit, run.'spoken, but by whom?these lips? the skinny wallet sketching zepplins of expression in the hall mirror?hindenberg-- pop, bam- smoke...(before you hear what i have to say, my words are already baked, breaded, and burned by time) whatever. i excuse what i t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/649244/  I’m looking out over the deadgardenGhost of what could have beenYou looked like dusk in thatwedding dressI promised what I’ll never get thechance to say Our child would laughYou said he had my eyesI swore they’ve got too muchsu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/648900/ Caught fanning again in the exhaust pipe.Shelled ten cents out for rolling paper.Tell myself, tell myself- ‘fight fire with fire’- Water just floods the bathroom where we used to undress and finger-paint some Punt on our skin anyways- ‘sides, rather have dry ash than damp&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/648843/ Dervish era highlight- Ignorance is the enemy of lovePOSHLOST::: Steady she comes, steady, she’ll goShe’ll red-tape you’re bleeding heart sonatas (The same you wrote with a circus tent mindIn a factorial procedure of weaving sunlight with chalk)    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/648786/ Not sure if this is worth pursuing to its entirety... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/636618/ Circus elephantsroll backward on tie die ballsLoosetuckedbetweenthe softtits of time---Hush doll, (he speaks in a violet whisper) the lightning only tastes like pepper at noon,But come three hours (histhumbprint is in the sky) andthat damnsun ‘il looklike a sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/634928/ Outsider. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/621462/ Skin for paper, skin for paper, but yours, is a poem of flesh- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/601434/ Ba-Ba-Black Sheep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/601426/ All in all, all in all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/601425/ You are love- for me-The rainwater after the Sahel droughtSilver, as blown glass in a Florence flatOverlooking a café where madrigals were onceTattooed to salt pages under candles burning down,Slipping down the narrow strands of a hermitic willowWith toes deep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/590153/ Experimental. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/585986/ What. IS. Left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/583386/ Youare the magnolia starlightThatslips between the sleeping willow branchesLikesilver through a dream catcherOrdew between California vinesThecolor of burning incense, Sri Lankan cinnamonLikea dusk caught in the bend of ashtray mountainsOrgrains of Bavar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/579092/ Spilled glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/568560/ Do we know when we're in love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/568074/ Our Town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/562784/ "Cookie cut to please" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/558356/ "Human Ant" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/558354/ "I am part of a pipeline-" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/558353/ "When I hold you I hold everything that is- sand, time, the tree of the rain- and everything feels alive."-Paul Neruda http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/550655/ Or was it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/547275/ "Love lies." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/545844/ Dear Erika. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/545548/ If. I. Could. Only. Feeeeeelllllll- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/544454/ What else should be said? But what can't- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HighBrowCulture/542076/