Lolo Lost
Profile
Drunk is not a crisis.
Want ik vreesde een vreze,
en zij is mij aangekomen;
en wat ik schroomde,
is mij overkomen.
Groups
Lolo Lost is a member of Black and White Photography, Dutch Touch, Gods and Goddesses, Minimalism, Street Photography and Photojournalism, TAFE Colleges, Texas and The Urban Environment.
Journal Entries
DARK SIDE OF THE STREET
Posted about 1 year ago, 13 comments so far.
VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO BUBBLERS
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Writing
Flatmate
she moved in on Sunday / and straight away you could tell / there would be kissing / and four days later / during the death of the night / we showered together / and straight away / you could tell / t…
Silence
Sunday evening / and apart from the sound of the mattress heave beneath my frame / and my tired knees swallow my legs / the next sound / was the silence of a Carver paperback on the shelf. And in…
Short Poem
Something is dead beneath me And this blood stained chair And these wrinkles And this small spirit that keeps going on Something like some thing that used to work once, / used to cry / in…
The Floor of the Cup, Looking for Somewhere
The first 3 to 5 / kilometres / was spent looking / for the train yard / and hoping that the / thing was / there. In the city / up and down the sloping streets - / like black backs incised along t…
Above the Brouwersgracht
They say, / “Why don’t you give up on this life?” / But I like this life / I can see style in it / I can see that with / persistence / people will recognise / my class / my appeal. It may ta…
To The Beautiful, To The Lovely, And You.
Maybe there is something / that lurks behind / that old crystal moon. Something like the / tender gold honey / of nights behind the / the dance floor. Like the strum / of the banjo / in front …
