Motel Room - Brazzaville
Night is here in my veins

I’m losing again

And not much remains

Come

Lay down next to me

I’ll tell you a bit

Of who I used to be

I was a handsome
Golden boy you see

Full of summer

Morning poetry

Dawn

A soft winter’s day
A room full of dope

And cheap lingerie

I love you my friend

And though we just met
You’re at least as lost
As me

So let’s close the drapes
And lose the new day
And see how dark

We can be

Night is here in my veins

I’m losing again

And not much remains

I was a handsome
Golden boy you see

Full of summer

Morning poetry

I was a handsome
Golden boy you see

Full of summer

Morning poetry