// Photography: Jeff Wolfe // OVERSTAYED Torn inside like the page
of your loveliest letter. Twilight fools demand so much. Three days of no sleep powder induced thoughts.
We are all synthesized beings, bouncing off walls. Erotic thoughts stuff city streets, fed off high air rush.
Masquerade in bedlam reputations can front endless lunar night. Music speaks a language of secrets, faces unfold. Subverted the devil w/ a dance – follow a dark horse.
Wallow, to find myself cross-addicted.
Run as fast as speed can be. On new shoes, the ground is light w/ a clean slate.
Watch lives fly by as I pass bedroom windows.
A series of straight lines
wander damp pavement. When the rain is clear the quiet beams a personal sigh, sound reflects eternal.
Bits of stone under feet scrape gravel into cracks. So damn quiet.
Every house in a lonely line…
Someone might peak from windows to see a slow lane walker. Lines force thoughts to push past tall overbearing trees.
City of nowhere special. Distraught yearn to run. Autos make escape possible.
Desperation and hope on drunk starry nights. Sounds/noise/commotion
I’ve stayed too long.
Walk into market alone to examine expensive bottles overhead light, shines, radiates my little movie to move in does anyone watch the stage?
The best way to see strange faces is to remain silent eyes to pierce their emptiness every cheap phrase is hollow – no you can not help me
Chores of the old and the innocent face down in the grave wouldn’t it be nice if flames could come up from the floor? Of all the foolish compliance the hidden crevice of filth hides bitter laughter, this forced family’s recreation
Dart around aimless make sense of the purpose of busy walkers is there happiness within the billfolds or is it spent in despair?
Silly fucking cash machine noise causes a giddy release it’s so easy to train a hamster brood in the aisle ways as a shadow companion can gift-givers imagine their soul looking, looking behind the glass no one wonders about my empty pockets helpers march us through I remember what it was like to be comfortable with somewhere to go a long block of nothing up ahead
It’s someone else’s birthday it’s someone else’s wedding no more room for strangers sit next to other nonentities away from the sun only those w/ life can take it in
Find a mind to crawl in some back alley where the waste goes there’s a crime to partner with masks are stored there next to the clock to punch in how old was she when she edged that doorway? Before he died and went away now it’s her duty to earn a wage of forgetfulness
All these clumsy whims to suppress, a daily coffee helps to keep this uniform warm make notes as you go of all the ones that look alike when a child comes by it’s obvious there is a game no one seems to like their chances lets get old now, to have a darling to whisper to
Quickly count down minutes into night there is a different place to be recognized all at once and welcomed back to stay won’t be long to migrate but like any dream an exit is elusive doomed to circle the same square blocks