Santa Monica, circa '93 (by me) I dance into the white light of flame, cigarette smoke, chipped disco light, I spin in the not-knowing of who I am. The shadows embrace my spirit, grind me to dust, I look to the delicious curves of her next to me, black hair and a biting tongue. We … Continue reading Inside of me and such a part of you :: Songs and poetry
My Baby Just Cares For Me :: Nina Simone Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. Las Vegas in 1996, a last minute decision trip, and the girl I was, all dyed black hair and record store sensibilities, bad habits and romantic naivette. 2. That first night, middle of the night, or … Continue reading Friday Five :: He don’t care for high-tone places
Redondo Beach (live) :: Patti Smith "Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone? Picked up my key, didn't reply, went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are you gone gone?" Fucking … Continue reading FLTS Friday :: I went looking for you
Who's That Girl? :: Eurythmics "The language of love, has left me stony grey, tongue tied and twisted, at the price I've had to pay."
A glimpse back into my nineteen year old self... You crept back in when I had just about forgotten, or maybe just given up. I think that was part of your style. your pitch. I did not try so hard this time, refused to, letting myself be just that, myself, and it lit something up … Continue reading I was waiting over here for life to begin :: song of the day