Note: If you registered before 16 October 2017 and have not yet done so please reset your password. Reset
We have switched over to a new website platform which will allow us to vastly improve the service offered by The Talent Bank.
A very strange walk home from a bar
Feral women and rabid men reel their way through drunken streets.
Faces pressed up against windows of gold dust taxis ,passerby signal with one or to fingers
Abuse fills the entries and doorways as steam rises from were the stand
On down the road tomorrow's rubbish rains down on the puppets in uniform they beat the shit out of another soul so they can collect the queens head
Quieter now, a more refind drunken crowd approaches they glide past filled with large men and waif like girls who disscuss the evening in little detail
One of the men waves scarf in my face and tells me a sports score ,I had no intrest .
Quieter now ,half way between hell and home .
Voices in the distance fade but the tribal beats from the cars hurry me on.
Money gone , time spent
I'm so looking forward to never doing this again but I know I will
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
Running away from the one that loves you until you can't and then losing it all
Wanting to be heard when no one will listen. Trying to be visible.
A dream, a longing, destroyed by reality
Always going after what you want even in the face of overwhelming odds
Believing in yourself no matter what, even in the face of overwhelming odds