Charles's profile

blues the blues swelter, like beer spilled on new york city blacktop, in the teeth of urban august the blues fester, like rotting roadkill, beaten senseless by the fierce tires of the suburban dream the blues penetrate, like the sluggish thrusts of tired fucking, in a smoke-filled neon backroom in Chinatown these kids can’t play no blues, like a man of years can’t play no punk; the middle finger amputated, replaced by burnt-orange mood lights; candle wax mountains on Mississippi windowsills t...