Tuesday 8th March

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TOKYO TRAWLING:

Hunting poetry in back alleys, Tokyo delivers Spring early,
chilling time warped travellers into puppies of dribbling grins.
Tomato rockin’ at the PARCO gallery, covering walls in retrospective
art-scrawl. The gurns & grins of jet-lagged faces, sagged beneath
sleepless weight. The foot drag, the slur & mumble, glazed expression,
dazed drifting in erratic lulls between conversation. I smell fish,
aromas promising noodle…following. Now the world turns psychedelic
as the jet-lag really kicks in, just as we start five hours of
interviews. Sleep is a myth.

(K)

2 thoughts on “Tuesday 8th March

  1. Hab fertig geschlafen,wenn du mich bitte abholen möchtest…ich will nämlich jetzt im 2.beruf gerne auch groupie werden,-nur muse,das füllt mich nicht mehr aus.Bis bald,
    ich freu mich auf alle’s.

  2. Plenty more Fish un the Sea. Psychadelia was always my favourite state of being. Thought I had mispkaced three vinyl LP’s but found 30+, where is my mind?

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