Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Thursday 18 April 2013

ANOTHER JOHNNY FLASHBACK


Daryll on my doorstep… wrecked in the face and other places from his years as a rent boy to City Bank reamers… teeth like boiled corn…fingers papery as moths… asks me everyday for a couple of quid…sometimes I ask him to get the fuck off my porch, other days we go for a drink together… at the Barley Mow of all the bars… I can see the youth in him then… his eyes shine with moment not memory… but he is thinking of taking the bible up … seriously… He says he doesn’t want to always be lost… and now that his looks have gone... What has he got but unwanted experience... He would rather share someone else's... 





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