Hueston Station

It's a shame when an old friend
from years ago dies. Too young.
A shame when you have to hear it
from another old friend
you happened to bump into at the market.

Such a shame.

Like a pretty girl
who is only craving a cigarette.

Or when there's no salt
left for your potato.

Such a shame what could have been.

jumping the shark

life is miracles & distasters
& some things we're just not sure...
there are servants, there are masters
& some things that never were...

love is delish and delicate
as a rock throw at your face...
lt will hit you calm and gentle
like an elephant fall from space...