The artist the teacher a collection of Whores (Crossing Paths in Caledonia) The midnight whores
hang around outside
Their voices
rough with substances & alcholol
Disputing prices
I hear every word from the hotel window.
I try to sleep
but the world outside
intrudes upon the one within.
In the gallery earlier
I have thoughts of you
a new beginning
A new avenue?
In parting you wish that our paths would cross
I hoped they would too
But........
I leave it there
theres no where further to take it for now
My new aquaintence
Your old friend
She explains her art
and I reccommend
she visits here
and posts it.
I loved it
and the company
Caledonian Craic
and it was good
The beer ran out
So it was Jack & me
Finished the night
Nodding my head
as I staggered back down hill
to the wasted whores
waiting outside still.
In the distance of time two days later
Paths crossed and hopes confirmed
but still tenously left in the courts
of a third party
Last seen pissed
in the bar you left
with a smile
and hope.
I wonder will
this path get crossed
like the lines of fate
on the upheld
hands
of a candlelight
conversation.?
1/7/2004
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