torn labels

carma
el coming
down on me)

so I may have met this girl
of my dreams on Friday nite ;

but i mean
iv really been
treating ppl like shit, lately ;

                        from strangers to lovrs
                        ex machina

but why
should that matter.

other possible title: "perhaps my best is my worst"

# posted by hardyf : 22:54  2 comments

away blowin.

# posted by hardyf : 01:00  0 comments

ambulance on a toronto night through a bedroom window
is th blues.a beautiful

face alone in a blues bar drinking a rusty nail
is th blues.

a red shoe dancing in th’east upon returning home
is th blues.

                                                tangled lips
                                                are th blues.

                                                                     seeing just th right girl crossing a
                                                                     gas station parking lot in summer
                                                                                  only 16
                                                                                  is th blues.

th possibility of no more is th blues.

memento mori
is th fucking blues, man.

                                                coming down off mushrooms is da blues.
                                                

midnight sun is th norther blues.

confessions are th blues.

                                beating yrself up
                                is th blues. 

                                court on a winter afternoon is th blues.

i can just imagine what th blues would feel like inside me.hope 

sings th
blues.hanging

around w/ memories is th blues.billie holiday

on a record player
in a florida room
at 4 a.m.
still drinking scotch
is th blues.          

the blues is sleeping around
and having a great time.                           and even lithium is th blues

                 until yr chemicals balance.

# posted by hardyf : 13:42  5 comments

we were born together on that day
i took girl and child and man in hand
                                                                           we slaved
                                                                           we were in love
                                                                           and then died sadly

there is no place on earth like yr
bonelands 

                                                        where i am very
                                                        bent with joy

# posted by hardyf : 00:12  0 comments

i ,candle
in th sun.alizé drops in th sing of underpines.a-hum sociofade.scuff my workboots in th dirt.golden
retriever just ahead, smelling each
flower alongside th’abandoned road.lifting her leg here and there.yellow tongue in blue sky laps
th back of my neck.tire-track fossils.just after
noon.i felt hotter than ever.hours
away from th nearest town, mind ful of silence.someone logd here.no idea abt existence.beauty mys
burns.inter
connected am no shirt.th heavy calm of passion.fingers are islands, run through mandy’s hair.away to chase a bee.thousands of bees are in th forest.and me, i got coasts.wood wind
instrusaw.

you are a child, said th sun,             looking up,       fine hot dusty and small

.don’t be shy, hemlock thirsty.

later  ( in tara’s kitchen mixing long island ice teas; she works for th mof and wears a colourful dress.

# posted by hardyf : 23:48  0 comments

a long blonde found spread on th beach.once hairy now a moontide of softshaved
white.and after a million stars tugd her from th bare sky
i took her into my roomful of night closed th curtains and fuckd her for
thirty long minutes that eventually spread across th mediterranean.

i 

down
                                    to find                 pink      seashells

everyone in th’hostel believed I went to bed 

while i down
                         to find
                                        a seashell

th blonde hair of down under flung across th beach moon breeze and what
i was really upto and a million stars pulld her across th mediterranean see and stood her
up against th train and stars.

her soft white neck and black bra and blue veins beneath her big breasts so i

took her into my roomful of night and sleeping
memories took her and fuckd her for thirty minutes to nxt yesterday.

be and be at th moon waves and some friends came in at high tide
while th mediterranean became olive oil ha ha ho and she pressd her nearby breasts against
my cock while pirates laughd and raised their swords from a nearby ship.

rock hard
never learnt how to hold hands

oops where were we are walking down th rocky path of love to a small coastal village
and i fell in i fell in a girl or did i fall into a hole in th ground or i fell into hell.love and then

th nxt morning she caught th first lips of a roomful of slumber and after all that talk
of forever crept in and out alone of th first train gone.

# posted by hardyf : 13:24  2 comments

had t obe a lovr
Or b eout  o life

# posted by hardyf : 12:52  0 comments