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found a new world in the old worn out one. somebody from out showed me in.
overcast morning. boiling kettle. sore throat. wet hair. wrapped in your towel.
my old home
Finally January was over. The most despicable month of the year. Eleven more to go. He lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. Two streams of smoke came out of his nose and this familiar look of relief washed over his face. Once he explained to her: “I would quit smoking. It’s just too stressful at work now.” He never really meant to quit cigarettes. At least not for a girl. But he quitted his job.
It was raining. It had been like that for over a month now and you call that winter. It was cold, wet and his truck was beyond repair. Anyhow, he managed to do some good work on the motorcycle. He spent roughly 50 hours on it in the last couple weeks. He still needed to sync the carbs and adjust the valve clearance, but those were minor stuff compared to what he had done already.
old Yamaha on Maria Luisa st,
I tried convincing God to change you
We had it out, and he said, “No”
Said a choice is a choice, and he says you made it
He’ll help you along, but God why is nothing free?
Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island
Hobos and tacos
and broken down Hondas
No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas
Sunshine and red wine
And how is the torque?
I miss New York
A Heart Can Heal - Original Song By: Ryan Escalante
the bear who traveled the world and the seven seas.
Current location: my nephew’s bedroom. Sofia, Bulgaria.
Men in a ship are always looking up,
and men ashore are usually looking down.
- John Masefield, from “Sea-Fever”, 1902
From the album ‘The harbor’
Newport, Rhode Island
Roots and lies, roots and lies, our family tree is old
From there we climb the golden hill, calmly will eternity
I held your heart, a giant wand; all tell of sorrow
And history begins to be blue and brown eyes
April 8th, 2012