Brother Julius

tell me brother julius of nights spent in the open beneath quilted darkness damp heat in the wee hours lost and ignored in a street lamp solar system how you wandered deep into desolate suburban wastes resting affluence of noctilucent methane clouds hanging cold on the edge of night satin sprawled amidst dead heaven how…

Eulogy

hello friend i don’t know you anymore – at least we have the memories that brief moment we were close – i suppose it’s inevitable really – where we start is never the same where we finish rarely so as well – two different people two sides of the same coin two shades of the…