Typewriter

The cocaine typewriter glows and clacks

And lights blue dance across the room

Soul scratching, shivering machinery of silver pleasure.

How divine the music sounds and glowing brass candle…

Hypnotized by the clarity of sound and vision.

Immortality just for a second in the endless corridor of days.wpid-imag0521-1.jpg

How my heart sings sometimes, when I’m with you.