New York V. Berlin

New York...

-didn't meant to hurt your feelings, but has to figure out a lot of things right now
-can't commit
-doesn't want to be tied down
-didn't know that was contagious

Berlin...

-is slightly drunk and ready to make out
-is so fucking hot
-just wants you to have a good time
-likes to party
-will still feel like it tomorrow
-wants you to make the first move

Excuses, excuses...

Dear Prof.,

WasRaw cannot come to class today, as she had a seizure, produced from a 10-hour marathon session of watching electro-indie music videos.

As you know, WasRaw had previously spent a semester in Berlin, where extensive clubbing and exposure to electroclash turned her brains into undelicious cereals. She has been in a state of constant deterioration. She struggled with simple mathematics - no longer knowing the value of a hard-day's work.

This led to a series of bad decisions, including a desperate but vain search for a place to "dance" in NYC, and dating several drug dealers for a constant supply. A steady diet of coffee and cigarettes, along with youtube access, lead to over-stimulation.

We all knew it was over when she formed the band DRUGWOLF, an "avant-garde-electro-terrorism-experiment," as she coined it. It did her in.

WasRaw is not kept on a hi-def life support of CSS, The Knife, Justice, and Simian Mobile Disco; just long enough to harvest her organs.

After that, she will be given a cocktail of crushed-up adderall and ecstasy, and let loose on the German capital. It is suspected her soul-less, organ-less body will haunt such death magnets as Kaffee Burger, Cookies, Weekend, Cafe Moskau, Berghan, and Tresor. If she has any sort of sense left, she will abstain from Watergate, and keep in mind Cake is really only a bar.

Pity WasRaw, another victim of the scene

Citizen's Cafe

Who said New York is lonely?
There are so many blank pages here.
So many ink pens.
I would say this place is rather crowded.

***

The old man removed the pipe from his mouth before continuing to berate conventional wisdom, and the Victorian adages that left his reproductive system crooked.

He wanted to be part of the mime show, part of the circus. But you know how parents are and how life takes you, and one day you end up a professor.

Nacht in Munchen

There's music in the back room/
an ugly face behind the bar.
The glasses are dirty/
the women, old.

It's another night in Munich/
I never thought I'd be so alone.

Sans Title

I once had a girl/
she told me she loved me/
but I don't know what love is.

She couldn't keep her shirt on/
I still don't know what love is.

She said,
meet me in Buffalo/
but I've never been to New York.

Mountain Man

I was depressed.

Then I discovered Nick Cave,

and God,

and a stack of old cassettes in the back of the closet.

Now I've forgotten where I placed my book of T.S. Eliot poems.

I want to keep it that way.