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Shadow and I

“I’m no writer. I’m just talking; a lost soul…”

Shadow and I went out after work.

Said I wasn’t going out tonight.

Shadow was hungry, and I didn’t want to go home.

Rubber arm and all.

‘What’s on special?’

‘Pizza and beer?’

‘The pizza and one two three four lager’s please.’

Action packed, stat heavy sports replayed in the background as Henry Miller blew my mind.

I was thinking to leave as Jack D came over to say hello and how do you do.

Shadow, of course, was friendly and conversational.

I didn’t have much to talk about, pretty much the same old same old.

Finished up quick and made my way, away.

Shadow followed.

Shadow and I

Beautiful night

It’s a beautiful day

A beautiful day

Beautiful day


The sun has not yet set

Twenty two hours and seven minutes

The orange and blue hangs like one of Mum’s weavings


Dark buildings light up

Denizens flick switches

Kitchens, living rooms, oversized televisions


The sun is sinking


Beautiful night

Beautiful night

But I love love

Chili fries and cigarettes.
Dope, jazz, more dope.
One more, no two more beer…
Too much beer.

And Kerouac writes on page 28*

“My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
I’m a wretch.
But I love love.”

But I love love.

What time is it in Italy?

*Satori in Paris ~ Jack Kerouac

But I love love