..for all long to fall for one.

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"it was all a dream. i used to read Word Up! Magazine...."

- C. Wallace


In dreams i'll be in a glass submarine somewhere near the beaches of Brooklyn. stardust memories and all. i still remember Reykjavík. clear daylight at midnight only in Iceland. on my way to Copenhagen to see Mike McCready with his Gibson Flying V guitar. with glow-in-the-dark stickers.

In Denmark, Danny Weste and i drank our fill of beer and Bob Dylan songs that night. saying absurd things to ourselves such as that:

"... only Danish high school girls have the best eyes..."

yet there they were!

young nubile Nordic beauties prancing & dancing around
with white Royal Danish Navy caps
perched jauntily on their lovely heads.
laughing and drinking without a care in the world.

 These girls with glasses of beer
in their hands
 were recent school graduates.

Yuri explained that it was
traditional Danish high school custom
to bestow those white caps
with the red bands & black bills...

oh those drunken memories...i still have the pictures to prove it

actually all happened....


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"...if i am falling down..with desire."

O these sleepless nights!


eyes unclosed.


Massachusetts is my mistress.


i can never be far away from her for long.
the whispering sea beckoning to me.

night-time shoreline filled
in with inky black backdrop.
the stuff of dreamscape.

sailor's stars painted in the sky.
 and i wide-eyed wandering
along on foot.

yet sometimes i wish
the silence would swallow me whole.
billowing night sky opens its cavernous mouth.
i climb inside

...and wonder out loud with the wind rushing in through my eyes.




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eyes open.

his fears are are forgotten to others.
his intentions woefully misunderstood.
he will press on