situations

i rolled over the rainy swamps, rails on road on rails...wall to wall humans, crying babies, pumpkin pie...the world is gone away from me...just an innocent observer on last night's trip...death has come already, partaken of the holy feast...drunk deeply in pools of dark red wine...a day of ghost and shadow...the cold rain pouring down, leaking over dilapidated roof-tops...spindly death...quiet corpses, with one last breath...the blackout is upon us, the lights are dimmed to nil...i remember this place fondly, like the spirit of old, the spirit of life...i remember this place fondly, now cold, now quiet...i remember this place...

song bird

there is something about this neighbourhood that always has me singing leonard cohen tunes...and it isn't all about the "music on clinton street" either...yesterday, i was walking to the chinese grocery to get a six pack for the day's football...it was one of those magnificent grey overcast irish mornings, where you can smell the sea, and the sun sleeps in...i was in such a good mood as i passed the mexican restaurant on houston that i started singing 'last year's man'...and god it made the entire day intense and real...i became part of this world for an instant...today the same thing happened...i was laying in bed listening to 'time has told me' by nick drake, which i have heard a million times before...but somehow, this time i really listened, more-so than ever...and realized for an instant what he was really talking about...i wonder sometimes, my faithful readers, if anyone really knows what anybody is talking about...except in those brief moments of realization...

"lady midnight"

"we weren't lovers like that"...i spent the day roaming those streets...i have a meeting in the empire state building tomorrow...but today i am a stranger (like king-kong, the old king-kong)...millions of madmen...walking, obeying, destroying...another three olive night...caught in 'the pit'...and i woke up missing her...it has been awhile, but goddamn, i woke up missing her...and it killed me...the city is full of the type of energy that will drive you, me, or your momma insane... and i certainly don't want my momma to grow up insane...where is richard dawson tonite?...in some strip club drinking beefeater and singing 'god save the queen' no doubt...where are you?...long away from my miserable morning...i am mourning, i am dancing, i am human...