Gutter: SNipe: Pimp

Fifth step to Madness. Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Mad Anna called me twice today. We ate tea, Smoked Wine, Drank Cakes, Walked on Lakes for Heaven’s sake. “There! Is a Bull in a Fence!” Indefensible. There was a time, In the time before time, When nothing would rhyme, Which is a rhyme crimeContinue reading “Gutter: SNipe: Pimp”

Gutter: Snipe: Pimp

Fourth step to Madness That bird flew in to his nest; Casablanca! Da! Boozer! TV documentary deleted, Summer dreams all defeated, Conversations not completed; Empty minds in charge and seated. “I thought we could fly?” “I wish I could fly!” “But I won’t try.” “I hate that guy.” I can tell by his drunken knows!Continue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”

Gutter: Snipe: Pimp

Third step to Madness. Confusion contusion, Arms caught in the door, Fingers stuck in the floor, “I’m homeless and it’s war!” We didn’t get old with the band of gold, Not to the end, my first friend. Turtle dove, My first love Military Hardship, my correction, No direction, No reflection. You left too soon. IContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”

Gutter: snipe: Pimp

(For Anna) First step to Madness Again. Again, she came back from the dead. Dead Loves. Death leaves, In the gutter. I waltzed by the waters of the Caspian Sea, Drowned Diesel Surface, Waiting for me. Waiting. “How do you do?” we said. “Well then, let’s go to bed!” Miss Understanding. Quite Out Standing, OnContinue reading “Gutter: snipe: Pimp”