DRUNKEN BOATS SINK IN ECUMENICAL SWIRLS OF INEBRIATION- excerpt 2

again those dots...damn Celine...

There’s something purely magical in the wail of a siren screaming by an open window in a bad neighbourhood, after midnight, with a warm humid air blowing through with a light sheen of sweat and an empty stomach…just an old thin white t-shirt sticking to my bony frame…what is that hypnotic howl? Is it the near death feeling of being on the verge of starvation and madness? Whatever it is it produces a lucidity of earthy browns, fat refreshing drops of rain, mud running between the toes…some people are addicted to dreams…I can’t wait for tomorrow, that’s what’s wrong with my today…

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

You're restless. Aren't we all. Maybe you're a bit of an optimist too, today sucks, let's get it over with and on to tomorrow... It's good to be a happy optimistic drunk. There are worse kinds.

[JC]

I had a good time starving back then, in hindsight, nowadays I'm into making bread and wine and eating healthy, exercise, all that good stuff :) theses excerpts were something I was working on years ago and forgot about, still restless tho.

[Lyn Anderson]

most people never stop for today, always looking back, or forward -- not a healthy way to live. These three pieces -- I remember musty one bedroom apartments and spending my last bit of cash on a night out -- somewhere along the way most of us become practical adults and frown upon such things -- and no one ever got why I liked the cracked plaster and thin walls, and street sounds ... until now ...

[JC]

right? there was heartache and hard times but so much beauty and the feeling...the feeling you were a part of the city...the streets...the mad people...I'm stoked someone out there felt the same way at some point, and gets what it's all about...

[Lyn Anderson]

definitely. I feel the same way. I thought I was the only one ...