24 Hours of Love.

A visit to Vancouver BC.  24 Hours of Love.   Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed The serial killer in our midst. I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre  Across in rainy dank Vancouver   Her name was Mona, Mona Bird  Yes lemon curds the rhymah. And her mothers name was Mynah.   Occasionally worried about the strife 

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Part 26

To be somebody.  You have to be somebody else. Not an imitation. Or intimation. You have to be somebody else.   On a hill.  Over looking a place.  Somewhere nowhere.  White. Smoke. Cloud. Candle. Some larger remains.  Blown in breeze.  The only chance of escape.  Souls on a southerly.  Inside. Nothing more than a. Pit. At 44 °C. Death will occur.

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Check the bolt Falklands Two.

  Check the bolt Falklands Two.   Check the bolt For action Hands slip and slide Mud and sweat Sweat and mud “Alright mate” “Aye” “Alright mate” “Aye” “We’ll be alright” “Aye” Said a thousand times  a thousand times “Alright mate” “Aye” Check the bayonet Check the bolt Check the mag. Fucking hands Shake And sweat Fucking hands Shake “Alright

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Panama Love

One of many trips to South and Latin America. Where I always sought out the “real” sometimes abstract, and attempted to be part of it as opposed to gawker. The YouTube links are because I love them and they tell a story I feel. Also I wish I could have met and fallen in love with Lotte Lenya in 1933

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