http://slow.writerscafe.org/harissulai The original writings of author Spider Jerusalem en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054614 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’scold out hereYousure you want to join me?Sorryabout the ashes on the tableI’llclean ‘em up later, just...Justnot nowNotwhen I’m making love with the night sky Why amI doing this every night?Becausethat thing up above tells me who I really amIttakes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358697/ Wakeup, dearestThedownpour has stoppedYou’vebeen sleeping in the backseatforfive hours straight HushThewerewolves in your nightmarewon’tbe able to catch youNotwhen you’re awake Rolldown the windowLetthe cold ai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358696/ Fromthe corner of your apartmentmade outof cigarette butts, dirty clothesand expiredcanned beanshewatches you every single night Patienceof a fishermanFirmhands as a golferAsmile that blows more terrorthanhis rusty scythethat soakedwith bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358695/ We arestrangersand strangersare getting stranger these days Imean, uh,go tryto take an empty seat beside anybodyI betyou three hundred bucks theywon’t let you All ofa sudden, a bagAlandmineArattlesnake We act.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358693/ Lookingat the passing bullet trainIimagine myself as a homeless woodcarver whoowns a mighty stallion named Hunterhe’sold, but I’m now riding on his back anyway Cruisingthe blank pages of starless nightI seenothing but satisfying city lightsMig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358692/ Sonof a f**k just walked into a barTakea moment, light a deathstickLetit rot your blackened lungsSettledown, man,nobodysaid this was going to be a lame joke Whothe hell did he think he was on that day?Theday he put a 9mm bullet hole on my chestandon my beloved wife and children&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358691/ Theylocked themselves in their so-called home,thesemoronic human beingsWavingtheir fat leather wallets with pride,eventhough they’re someone else’sShinycars are now their precious bodiesInfuriating,intimidating, givinga twelve-storey middle finger to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358690/ His face is everywhereLook left, there he isLook right, he’ll tap on your shoulderLook down, his voice will pull yourhead upLook up, and he might smile at you I know nothing about “The Boss,”but I think he’s a decent manA good kingA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358689/ See this?On my bloody hand is a bloody hammerand it’s screaming your name Your choice, m**********r:head,or toes? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358688/ Ilooked back and forth, back and forthtofind if there was any opera Therewas, and the poster said the stage was fascinatingIdidn’t buy a ticketbutthe doorman let me in anyway Thestage was fascinatingThesadness was on itshiningflap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358687/ Theysay your head goes wild and blind and furiouswhenyou’re sitting all by yourself in a crowdWell,they’re rightMygrey matter’s now tearing up theHunter S. Thompson hat and pair of glasses I’m wearing,rocketingits way up to the tired sun&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358686/ MagdalenaThename might sound like a woman dressed in blackwhosejob is to plant new perplexing clues in a crime sceneor tosteer away the depressed detective from his biggest casebutit’s notJust acheap motel in the middle of nowhere Nothinggood on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358685/ I’vebeen wandering around in circlesPuzzled,like a brainless street magicianOh,no, this has nothing to dowiththat laser-eyed little s**twhojust stole my time machine key It’sthose things:Floatingwrecked carsInformation-pollutedoxygen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harissulai/1358684/