Thelma was from Panama
a dancer in her day
came to Hollywood with glimmer in her eyes
but ended up scrubbing walls
and partying it up for pay she said
Thelma was from Washington DC
went to fancy chemistry school
came to NYC to do her thing
and we all three Thelmas
black eyes in common have we all
three Thelmas from different places
in the world cold winter rain
has become the norm
beads of soaking wet misery upon our windows
stretch and shrink and rainbows emit
no colors through the smog
we stand on soil and dried blood
my window from my grave looks to you
staunch proud vulnerable and loud
you smell of shit but yet hike up your skirt
that makes my mind get a hard on
deeply i breathe and think thoughts
that only you and i can decipher
like when i chased that first dragon
down your Chinatown manhole covers
or when i kissed your cold flat marble walls
you and i
you filthy whore a threesome with a snarl
let me tell you bout
your soul techno kid it ain’t
righteousness its ice
original picture by Rob Banks
black feather floating from the sky piercing gravity on it’s way to the ground where its little gray tips will be dampened with winter weep i stare at cranes by the river’s bed standing on a stick like leg waiting for the shooting stars for miles and years i’ve been right here looking up at falling feathers
dear everyone i wanna share the Pope of Punk Rob Bank’s one man band know as
for a few weeks i’m gonna share a song for TWHM Wednesdays enjoy and smile
as winter whispers
candles of my eyes light up
my heart pounds for you
beautiful feel good put a smile on your face work please please please check it out much love everyone and thanks Master Reeves xo
tee to da bee and the screwing of the We continues
words less spoken 