Tag: b/w

I have a mission of immense importance
I am an artist of the unobserved life
Better to be a salamander and live in the flames
Hotel rooms are not sanctuaries
Why don’t you tell me all about it?
His fine hands have found each other
Yes, tonight it is arranged that I will be morose
I steal the bicycles, you bring the whisky
One day a letter reaches him
Relationships must deepen or die
He has a home …
… he has a friend …
… both new concepts to him
Strips of dew hover over the palace lawns
Few possessions survive so many moves
All boys were bad crooks
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
I watch the kid walk down the street
We’ll probably never see each other again
Staring at a spot on the sidewalk
There’s nowhere else to eat at this hour
The harsh smell of lighter fluid hits my nose
The wild boar is very good tonight
The champagne bottle shoots out of the bucket
On the spot, without introduction
The problem for those left alive …
… is what to do about revenge
Death is always thinking about me
My nature is a quiet one, anyway
He said the sweetest things to me
Only the last part was true
The man in khaki smiled
There are always those. There’s always that
The dusk was threatening to enwrap us
The sun was lowering over the blue range to the west
An angry unemployed man who’d …
… have been just as angry if he’d had a job
Then she phoned him one night
He didn’t really know what scampi was
She wasn’t going to wake up
His knuckles scraped the wall behind him
The train no longer registers on any timetables
I’m still searching for the thread
Around us was a modest crowd
What wakes me is the feeling of being in company
The gods of antiquity tossed saints and sinners …
… lovers and chimeras up into the heavens …
… making sure that there was …
… a thumping good yarn behind each stellar formation
But the street washers were approaching