Connections

I watch myself in retro going through the motions growing up.   It’s kind of strange like all the furniture’s been rearranged and someone’s cut my hair   it never was that long except the Summer so it seems it was and I was wrong and short pants.   sandals? jeezus we kids were vandals…

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Collapsing lungs

He changes his socks but never the muse and wonders what’s the use, in time when the stream reaches its destination. He never fixates he always deliberates slowly. Things will be they always are. I leave well enough alone, even in marriage sometimes it’s good to be on your own. There is here a limited…

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Melting pots

I remember that film, ‘Mississippi Masala’ Uganda Kampala,   watching was a difficulty that catapulted me out of my comfort zone   but I suppose one had to be there to feel the real pain…

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