Poetry: The Prostitute
Once again from my window
Down across the street she roams [...]

Once again from my window
Down across the street she roams [...]
Brooding over shadows in the gloom Of things that passed away with yesterday Or groping in the dark to handle things that Can’t yet be seen in the light of present reality, Is like coping with a ghost housemate – You know nothing could drive as close to madness. Don’t get stuck with Yesterday over [...]