Reading Magnifico's journal

Pieced together by memory from Poetry Night at Java Cabana in the heart of Memphis' culture-nouveau centre, the CY (Cooper-Young district):

We all sat at the château as the sky went dark;
Monsieur Dalle compared notes with the Croz and the Christ.
The sun set on his devil's chapel much later than it should.
I came out to burn away the last of Evie
black and white and blue
alone.
Not so. He sat there, quietly, an Indian with an iPod.
Silent, but for the understanding that this needed to be done.
Unceremonious sati of my stupid teenage desire.
That iPod would leave us in Madrid.
Plaza del Sol at midnight, it up and left.
From there after, the music was never digital
Flesh and blood from the hearts of the gypsies in Prague
Inspired as I was by the Marquis de Sade
Absinthe and Ernesto Guevarra
The fire I wanted to have
to use against skinheads, not SHARPs,
Black-and-white laces on Doc's and a katana.
Because I love you all too much.

It's rather garbled because I lost the flow and some of the lines (some of the transitions come off a little jerky because of that), but it's the first I've really written in a little while now.

Thbbbbt

This post was edited by Magnifico on Jul 16, 2004.