Archive for January, 2010
The Performer
He couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong . . . His act remained the same . . . He drew gasps of admiration Provoking envious gales of laughter, even with a bad act, a performance filled with pissed off passion and heartfelt arrogance conjured up respect often grudgingly… He was vital after all [...]
I smell old …
I smell old . . . the smell of the same clothes the same undershirt the same underwear the same socks the same shirt and pants . . . I smell old . . . my nostrils flare violently in disgust blowing does not rid me of the stench, the bellhop of death . . [...]