Hole in my life-There’s a hole in my life I try to fill it with space, sometimes with money mostly with hate. Why did you leave? Can’t you take the hole with you please…
Tracks of my tears-all across the floor. Mixing with dust micro-mud to the door. I try desperately to keep things neat, but strangers come in and drop woe at my feet…
Walls remain-never turn to look, they are behind you, mindful of everything you took. Silent witnesses to the looting and love making, all the shouting and the homewrecking.
Smokin Chou-kick boxing champ. He’ll tell you stories of days bygone. Never misses a beat, sharp of eye and like tempered steel. Pass him a cigarette, his tip for a tale…
