Tag Archives: Musicians

Bukowski

I called him “Bukowski”, because he wrote with the same disdain as the poet, and succumbed to all the same vices. He loved to drink, He loved to smoke, and he loved women, one in particular, me. He wrote often. … Continue reading

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Fast Love

I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading

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Cold Play

Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading

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Fish Out of Water

We met over coffee, discussed everything, from piano and bass, to Danielewski and Bukowski. As we sat, it looked like some pages were there, but when we tried to read, we realized, there was no story here. And although, we … Continue reading

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The Chemicals Between Us

I’m not playing hard to get, I just don’t get what you want. Though now that I’ve disappeared, You’ve suddenly reappeared.

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