Listless hours

I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing.


“I would feel trapped in this life, if I didn’t know I could commit suicide at any time.”

– Hunter S. Thompson

Every dawn
burns more than it

Every sunbeam
slits the sky
and shows me the future

but it’s too dark.

“They hung a sign up in our town
“If you live it up, you won’t live it down””

– Tom Waits - Hold On

“My problem is I always drink all my water to celebrate a mirage.”

“It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.”

– Jack Kerouac

“Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through—originality.”

– Jack Kerouac

“What do I value most in my friends? Their continued existence.”

– Christopher Hitchens

The dawn
‘s too dark

you’re not

“If I had any guts I’d drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn’t be getting it over at all.”

– Jack Kerouac - Big Sur

The most all round beautiful people I’ve ever met are total assholes a lot of the time. And I love them.

“A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ”

– John Steinbeck

Here, in hope
Lie cannon fodder
Now by and large
Their names forgot
Their hearts gone hard
Their eyes still soft.

Their snarls, by winds
Are borne aloft.

Borne, and echoed
Bonded in blood
Heart shaped holes
Puncture smiles
Heart shaped sounds
Caress the night.

And kiss the lids
Of kids left lost.

Their names left carved
On cherry trees
Their tears soften soil -
Give leaves their green
The blossoms give hope
But brown the earth.

Trod in muck
Lost, since birth.

Primal howls
Of holy lust
Lost in swirls
Of desert dust.

– Storm - Simon Fruin (First Draft)