‘Bates motel’

    California doesn’t dream any more why dream, it says, what for? the reality bite a virtual blight California don’t dream anymore.   In Tallahassee they smash me, break all my bones and leave me to rot in one of those trailer trash homes, but that’s Tallahassee.   Someone put a spoke in the…

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Bikini atoll

    Underneath the cardboard sheets crashed down on the concrete streets, the heart still beats the mind engages the mouth rages at the injustice done   for some who do not see that could have been you it used to be me.   Summer arrives.   warmer now no need for the duvet of…

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