* There, there, in the heart of darkness, whispy trees, such pretty flesh, doomed as we all were, forsaken and lost, yet so charming in drunken intimacies and crawling, crawling across the bottoms of broken buildings, just to make love to people we could never remember, to sacrifice what then seemed impenetrable flesh; all for a few dollars, all to keep some old man company. And oh how they needed a tender touch. As if always, the years had settled around them and the deeply disturbed, the poverty stricken, the denizens of that tiny web of bars, their flesh thickening and their breath smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, and loneliness settling upon them like a coating ghost, visible on the flesh, entwined in their souls; and so to be young in this sea of desperate souls was something he thought would never end. The flash cars, he had the flashest car of them all, the apartments with views across Sydney, that pretty, heartless city; and the interludes, when he bummed off one and abandoned himself to the speed fogged streets. He always rose again. Many didn't.
The Gift Of Hope
The Gift Of Hope
The Gift Of Hope
* There, there, in the heart of darkness, whispy trees, such pretty flesh, doomed as we all were, forsaken and lost, yet so charming in drunken intimacies and crawling, crawling across the bottoms of broken buildings, just to make love to people we could never remember, to sacrifice what then seemed impenetrable flesh; all for a few dollars, all to keep some old man company. And oh how they needed a tender touch. As if always, the years had settled around them and the deeply disturbed, the poverty stricken, the denizens of that tiny web of bars, their flesh thickening and their breath smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, and loneliness settling upon them like a coating ghost, visible on the flesh, entwined in their souls; and so to be young in this sea of desperate souls was something he thought would never end. The flash cars, he had the flashest car of them all, the apartments with views across Sydney, that pretty, heartless city; and the interludes, when he bummed off one and abandoned himself to the speed fogged streets. He always rose again. Many didn't.