Fighting in Europe,
where was I traveling?
Then with a black hooker who
had to leave quickly.
*
On the Europe fighting. It seems I was in Europe, maybe
eastern Europe. And there were bombs going off,
lighting up the night sky.
On the hooker. A more sordid thread. Aside from the
black gal there was another Brookish gal (but
with shorter hair) with whom I was talking, talking
about some sort of tryst. But she said I’d like to
just get naked, get under the covers, and fuck. But I
don’t think we did.
[03.27.2008]
The Writing of John B. Randall 