“Can’t they see through my skin, can’t they see that I am nothing?”
— Charles Bukowski
October 24, 2021
HAMMERBROOK STATION… instantly my fatuous desire was lit by the pharmaceutical glow of a serotonine high… alkaloid mind glow of consumptive longing… imploding memories of Doll Mother… languid figure in a concrete wasteland… a day in November… neon halo blasting sun… cortical motherlode scaring up abrupt segues of spectral remorse… but the smells of lighter fluid & recycle bins relieve cluster headaches… strobing noise of glandular response… dissociation reaching flashpoint in the small hours of resolve… where truth & love are impossible… & the pain decompressed…
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Arkady Ostrovsky – Spyat ustalye igrushky (The Tired Toys Are Sleeping), 1964
Спокойной ночи малыши, с 1964 г. – по настоящее время – YouTube
& Good night, Elaine! Wherever you are…
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Peter Bies © 2011
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