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- John Fante "Ask The Dust" I drive to the east to where the idea of you rises into the brightness of you your morning hot dawning I drive on at the light enlightening features down to shadow and shapes a perception is dulled as a landscape is lit I drive into where we agreed we would be...

Pages Pages slipping loose from an overworked exhausted book Bank notes fluttering in the silence of a car crash breeze motion suspended as souls ascend and wonder if this time they will be free mortality a moment away from forever resuscitated but not rescued a heartbeat tolls a life knell...

The guitar riff rippled through the smoky room reaching me like sunlight through a grove of trees It was the Edge's guitar and it is paraphrased from Pat McCabe All I write is rewites thoughts I twist and re present represent as mine, my own original Bull just another re-worded lie 'my...

The Days of a hard earned return darkened with insult and derision The Nights in a bed of down off the ground terrorised with memories of triage decisions too real to recall unable to accept a respite from Hell no comfort in conformity having lived that, that Is you can never live this...

You You have primped the pillows of my years gently laid my aching head on this lovingly prepared funereal bed a mattress of memories stuffing tufting like a favourite old bear tucked in under a duvet of dust an eiderdown of unselfish trust muffling sensations softening a solitude of slipping...

Meanwhile.. Back at Mahler Tonight we uncovered and re re re discovered the incredible fourth. Profoundly perfectly mournful prolonged depression stuck with discordant outbursts of wailing desperation pain ultimately exultant in a child's poem of heaven but 'freund hein spielt auf' 'death...

Where are you Where will you be When the sky comes calling Crashing at your door When the Angels Spinning out of control Come complaining Screaming for more But not really getting it at all Missing the essential element Where will you be When apologetic clouds Crowd your front porch Demanding...