Before I was curious, now I am intrigued.
Continuation from Lupo Solo, Seconda Parte Old Joe continues drinking, remembering and seemingly deciding if he wants to talk to Dante with each sip. Dante sits quietly, enjoying the complexity of the wine, compounded by the ages since it was made. He considers how long it may have been in a cask, the possible centuries of … Continue reading Lupo Solo, Terza Parte
Why I missed some writing opportunities.
Continued from Lupo Solo Cafe corretto, a traditional after dinner cocktail was one of Old Joe's specialties, in truth everything Italian seemed to be, but this was Dante's favorite. It matched his affinity for coffee and the need for a stiff drink. The espresso was never fresh, but that was the point, it was Joe's take on … Continue reading Lupo Solo, Seconda Parte
Deep in the night, Dante sits at his table in the lounge, it is a quiet hole in the wall where one can disappear from the city for a while.
Nine inches deep is the most shallow form of human connection.
Drinking blind I see the light Drunken stupor to know what’s right Dramatic pause subtle and so bright Dried eyes lack any more tears Numbing calm escape all my fears Sailed through with thousands of beers Poison glances I hear your words New gang Malicious hollow herds With volition new flock of birds I cry … Continue reading Ultima Realizzazione
Continued from Causeries d’un Cabochard Dante closes his eyes, breathes deep her fragrance, and it gets him high, "It is these moments, it is tactile is it not?" He slips around her, hand across her midsection, and he whispers in her ear, "When you can feel the fire someone ignites from deep within. The only action you … Continue reading Deuxième partie
He touches her chin, "Art is not something made on demand, it is a force of nature, to force it is to just... lie."
Battery, self-inflicted busted dreams Old wounds reopen, with present salt Scraping off dried and cracked scabs Pain twice as good, it is all my fault Malignant tumors, riddle my spirit Emotional carcinoma growing inside Poison, medicine, it is all the same Fading away, slipping away, inside I hide Bruised and battered from the fall Crushed … Continue reading Better Off