Art
The Sore on My Soul
the mark on my heart…
long street at six am
french songs pervade the corner,a back-lit Everything machinederives a conscience from culture:the guilt of beer and sinlost the appeal to anesthetic, foisted upon the naive, the fatuously innocent.the bold wipe tearswhile the weak bloom shamesneaking hands into pocketsbetween hookah tokes.the dreaded love from whoreswon decisively over the comfortof familiar disdainuntil the sublime machinationsAddiction’s contortionscould settle … Read morelong street at six am