A DAY IN A MOMENT/3 AM REFLECTIONS

the word "outlaw" is as safe as milk , it sells
i believe in the indifference of time
because it starts in the beauty of the moment

like all the colours of the rainbow make black

like kisses and curses we eagerly surrender

blind people want truth they think it sets them free
you can easily see rhetoric feels better why settle for more ?

and when i die i want my eulogy delivered by an enemy
i'd rather inspired hatred than phony love
.... thats passion

i have no heroes left
no one to look up too
too inspire ....
i told someone dylan is still one of the coolest people
on the planet
they said " he's old "
old has wisdom
helps make sense
shit ; i'm old !
"live fast die old "
that saying "live fast die young "is for fools
no death on me
no still life
i'm moven
i have no enemies ... except ... well..the obvious ...
my head is my only true enemy
thankfully thats only on occasion

i'm humbled by wrong directions
inspired by love

my only need for a city is autonomy
the privacy to be invisible

the metro spits people out
like a waterfall upside down
like sexually charged amoeba
with a thousand legs
helter skelter all over the sidewalks
like a giant vulva pissing out life

women should be able to laugh through their pussy
it would be perfect !

profound declarations of love usually
terminate in loss

park bench humor
at no loss for an audience
laughter is intelligence

a wino looks distraught at a broken bottle at his feet
or just distraught over the human condition
and can't remember why ,much less when ....

cars full of meaning, tumble jumble and mumble
click and clatter
up and down roads to oblivion

obscure actresses practice their smiles

i only reach for water to keep cool

why do junkies in recovery always arrive late ?
in the old days they were early
shuffling from foot to foot and complaining
now its a leisure stroll to spiritual health ?

cities are not paved with dreams
their paved with sweat

the minority is the majority

are telephones designed to ask questions or answer them?

it's all overrated

we always look too far when what we need is close

were all tourists looking for shelter and promise
some pretending... some not

the ordinary is the mystery

artists evolve to obscurity
hate is obscenity
nakedness reveals curiosity

the beggars show no enthusiasm
and their suffering is easily accepted

the first rule of the street is ...get off it

today i only love monet
movement ,colour , light , emotion

a Cheshire cat smiles ...legend ,myth ,fable,fairytale?
mischievous serene ....


paris
28-6-01