Art Intimidating Life: The Ruins of My Mental Empire - Part Forty-Two

walking with poetry
music fills my head
- and it starts to rain

walking alone -
the suburban winter,
every house is haunted

standing in the rain
in the courtyard he smokes
in slow motion

my horoscope was wrong today
the lonesome tradesman
works in the rain

the city lights blur
out of no-where -
the storm

so lonesome
- my best friend
has a girlfriend now

we all lie
to maintain the charade
of everyday life

car to restaurant
- his newspaper
an umbrella

making eye contact
with strangers -
we remember the few

a smile, we say hello
- and goodbye
when we die

good food and wine,
i dine with my friends
salt and pepper

sunset clouds
hover over the city
like sleep and dreams

the piano man plays,
the drunk man drinks
- they both need to piss

at the jazz bar
his mind fizzles
like a thursday

dim light-bulb
you light up melbourne
and her artists

the stolen pen
comes in handy
for this haiku

young men drinking,
at that table there
- here i am

tonight's sunset
is mine - tomorrow
it's all yours

standing on the corner
drinking a beer
- leave him be

this miserable night
- another sad song
i'll never forget

drifting through life
he dodges all -
love and hate

at the jazz bar
his mind fizzles
like a match-book

at the jazz bar
he drinks and thinks
like molten lava

at the jazz bar
no one knows -
contemplating suicide

lightening flash!
- high above
the daily commute

dull light bulb
- no need to write,
you are art!

dull light bulb
- you make every night
sunday night

dull light bulb
- it's just you
and me

drinking alone
- nobody
fucks with him

will you marry me?
his t-shirt reads;
just do it

home alone
- drinking
how will i be remembered?

she smiles
- a green light
on a bad day, home

salt and pepper,
the menu and i
shall dine tonight!

so lonesome
and beautiful -
i don't say a thing

lonesome bush trail,
he dies alone at dusk
- we all die alone

two strangers
sit and drink
in silence

so beautiful -
she waves hello
and goodbye

his gun points
at my head -
what have i done?

contemplating suicide
- my life is pretty good
right now

he walks home
-surely somewhere
the harmonica plays