11 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/11 Pompeii, Italy

I rose early to get a head start on the tourists and encountered a thief with a taxi.  Once we reached Pompeii he tried to double then rate we agreed on.  I wouldn’t give him a dime more so the argument continued until I was imposing on his next victim.  A few impolite gestures and more than a few choice works as he sped off.  I looked around and noticed I was the only person wandering about the ruins but it was still early in the day, which was kind of a weird feeling.  After about an hour or so I saw another individual and then two young men wandered up to me and inquired if I had any hash to sell. (more…)

11 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 071 He watched her moves

He watched her moves, followed her rounds, from one park to another, he made his move, standing his ground, with an offer like no other.  She’d be the one, starting each day, yea, he could give her fame
showed her how fun, when in control of the play, as long as she showed up each game

He showed her his park and told her his plans, told her of glory, with diamond in hand
someday in the future, they’d be the team, making all her reality, seem like a dream

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