The Hanged Man

Photographer Kristamas Klousch


The Hanged Man

There are no maps
To get you from here to there.
Don’t waste your time
Chasing fortunes
Found in ghosts.
The story’s penned
In Tea Leaves
And sidewalk cracks.
Freedom hides in the corners
Of dark closets;
Of what’s under the bed.


“Freedom is the only worthy goal in life. It is won by disregarding things that lie beyond our control.”  
― Epictetus                                                                                                               Witness

The Raconteurs — “Old Enough”                                                                            Expert

The Hanged Man, considered to be the most mysterious of the Tarot cards.

One Fish, Two Fish…

From Gallery Promo, “The Dirtyland”, Artist Brian M. Viveros


One Fish, Two Fish…

“Knock, knock!”

“Who’s there?”

Well, hello to you too,

And a Cock-a-Doodle-Doo. 
I know you paid in advance
For a Cinderella
But tonight;
You’re getting a Snow White
In a Riding Hood.
Pure as un-stomped cocaine
The un-popped bottle of Champagne
A brand new soap on a rope.
Come on,
Write your name on the snow.
Open wide,
Here’s a little X
To mark the spot
Put the E in ecstasy,
Sans panties time!
Let’s get your game on
Your groove on
Your call
Your dime.
But if I were you,
I’d waste no time.”



“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love                                                         

Hugo — “Nightshift”                                                                                          Jeopardize                                                                                       

Paramore’s Canary

Photography by Rimel Neffati


Paramore’s Canary

Memories pass,

While candlelit shadows
Glide towards Hyde Park.
Under and over brambles
A deep swallow;
of tangle-wood,
The Dead Forest.

Vows of the search,
I do, I do  {{{echoes}}}
Reach for black light:
The dark side of the mirror.
Plugs of lead lie;
Forever, reclined.

Scents of pink, pale
While lips still, entice;
Rancid the taste:
Matters of grey, decay.
Sounds crushed
By Velvet’s wait;
Fervent for touch,
Decamped eyes.


“Each arrow you shoot off carries its own target into the decidedly secret tangle”
— Paul Celan, Glottal Stop                                                                           Complicated 

alt-J — “Hunger Of The Pine”

Sleaze Town USA

J’ACCUSE  Album Cover


Sleaze Town USA
Yabba Dabba Do

Caught ya!
Looking for some action
Night out on the town
Best mask and costume
Bleached blonde
Wannabe bombshell
Smokin’ hot chimney
Tearaway lingerie
Minutemen in every pool hall
Whispering so you can hear
“Rack ‘em up”
“I’d hit that”
What’s on tap?
Bud Light lows
Doobie down highs
Ah, Scooby-Doo
Scooby Snacks
Flamin’ Hot Fritos-Cheetos
And Schlitz Malt Liquor
Show a little class
Have a mason jar of Port instead
Looking good
Snap! Crackle! Pop-hair!
White wife-beater
Two sizes too small
Hiding a black peekaboo bra
Ha-ha, such a tease
Flashing dime store bling
Laugh lines by design
Hardcore eyeliner
Covering crow’s feet
Perfect for under singing stars
Ultra-wet lip gloss goo
For the oh so sexy, “ooh”
Yanking pants down low
Making sure the tramp stamp shows
Remember Helen of Troy
Always chose a Trojan
Not a man for the moment
After little is said
The deed is done
Wrapping up the evening
Chugging down
Remedy No. 1
Alka-Seltzer nightcap
Before a good scrubbing
Remedy No. 2
Cold water shower
Steel wool and Ajax
Kills ya lice and scabies — baby!


“If you must be indiscrete, be discrete in your indiscretion.”
― Mark Twain     *

Paolo Nutini —“Scream (Funk My Life Up)”

It was time to write something with a little humor.  Please know that I’m not making fun of any town named “Sleaze”, or Hollywood for that matter.  I know both of these places all too well.  I lived around the corner from a joint called, The Body Shop.  Anyone familiar with the Hollywood area or this club should be smiling!                                                                                                                   Luxury

An Extempore Romance

Alice Liddell (1852-1934) dressed up as a beggar-maid. Photograph by Lewis Carroll (1858).


An Extempore Romance
10 Words Only

“Alice, even a broken heart still beats”, said the Queen.


“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Jefferson Airplane – “White Rabbit”

The video clip is from the 1903 British silent film, Alice in Wonderland, directed by Cecil Hepworth and Percy Stow.  It’s the first cinematic adaptation of Lewis Carroll‘s children’s book, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.