Dreams of Japanese Whore Houses (by Ian Gordon Galbraith)

I was in Tokoyo and a girl from college was there with me.  An artist and a pretty one.  Her name was Moria.  She was easy to look at.  Gold skin and dark, black hair.  Easy, pretty legs.  Not too strong.  She had average breasts but it really worked.  Trust me it worked.  Then again… you could find a prettier girl if you were looking for someone to fall in love with.  Moria wasn’t about to fall in love with anyone that wasn’t already Robert Rodriguez.  Everyone else was just fun and games in her book.  I didn’t mind that so much.  

We were with her friend- some pretty little asian thing, put on a couple pound since I saw her last.  She always had a glazed look in her eyes.  I think her name was Stoney but I called her Lucy because she used to sell us Acid.  One time we got some twenty tabs off of her.  

Anyway Stoney Lucy was dressed and made up to be like Moria’s sis, like twinsies.  We were in Japan, we were young and bored.  Ended up that a brothel was where we went to drink.  Some sordid things went down.  I can’t remember all of it but I know that Stoney Lucy, Moria and I all got a room and requested to be left alone.  Sort of like bring your own prostitute night.  The Madam just assumed we were voyeurs and let us on through.  What did it matter so long as we payed?  

Anyway we got to drinking and I decided that Moria was a beautiful woman.  I got real wasted and we went at it.  Stoney Lucy sorta watched.  Then after a while she started getting off on it.  Good girl that Lucy.  This went on for a while- thrusting and drinking and all of that.  In and out, up and down.  

Sometimes she let me ride her but what I realized about a girl like Moria is she preferred to push me down and jump on top of me.  I was totally alright with that.  We were drinking fireball mixed with Jameson- I’ve never made a better choice.  It made me feel warm and alive.  My soul was roaring.  Lucy’s soul was roaring.  Moria seemed secret and potent still.  Even as she rode me hard.  Even as her hair went everywhere.  Her eyes kept that cold look they always held.  Even wasted she must have been on a mission.  I remembered being on missions.  Moria pushed me aside and leapt on Stoney Lucy like a panther.  I raised a silent toast to progress and watched them make out.  Soon they were scissoring which wasn’t as hot as I would have hoped.  I stepped in,


“Hey Moria can I fuck your twin?”  


“I don’t care, I’m done with her for a second.”  


Stoney laughed and laid back.  She hiked up that skirt and spread her legs.  The asian pussy looked impossibly tight.  Too fucking tight.  I frowned, would I even be able to get in?  

Moria handed me a drink, Fireball, Jameson and this time a hint of coke- more for texture than affect.  She winked at me.  

“Get on in there.”  She said.  

Crazy Moria was having as much fun as anyone.  Still that look in her eyes.  Something reserved.  Waiting.

I got in there.  It took struggle.  Stoney Lucy squealed when I got it in.  Then she sighed and made some better noises.  I fucked her until I blacked out.  My last thought was, Moria is behind me.  I shouldn’t let her get from out in front of me…

When I came to Moria was naked on top of the sushi bar downstairs.  I was giving her a massage.  Stoney Lucy was nowhere to be seen.  I rubbed my eyes and let thing come back together.  Lucy was probably in the room but why were we down here?  

Moria got up and looked around.  

“Wanna get Lucy?”  She asked.  

“Sure.”  I said.  


Cool as anything she walked naked from atop the Sushi bar to the elevator and waited for the door to open.  A couple business men got out and stared.  She brushed past them.  I followed.  The doors closed.  

Lucy by some stroke of luck was still in the room.  however, she was in bed with my least favorite American this side of Hong Kong.  Arthur Phillips the weasel crouched over her in bed.  Lucy smiled we walked in.  She was getting it up the ass.  Arthur still had his shirt on.  Maybe I was still drunk but something in me clicked and I decided Arthur could get the fuck out of there, his poetry was shit anyway!  

I waked up to him and pushed him off and out.  he cursed and came up with a switchblade.  I decked him.  He went out cold.  Good.  I hadn’t even wasted a word on Arthur Phillips.  Lucy was about to speak when I interrupted her,

“Anyone for breakfast.”  

“Sure Ivan, lets go get something foreign though.”  

“Something gaijin?”  Lucy chimed in.

“I’m down,” I said and turned toward Moira.  She looked dark and alluring in this glittering black dress.  She must have been getting dressed while I was beating the shit out of Arthur Phillips.  What a girl… someone was going to have a helluva time getting married and falling in love with a jungle cat like her.  One helluva time.  Image


At the old cafe

I went to dream at the old cafe
Where in winter time they old men sigh
And on cool mornings
Husbands cough
Breathing out like dragons
Splitting wood
Chopping logs and lighting the first fires of day

And while I dreamt- I dreamt away
Slipped and fell
The resonance cascade
Caught me weeping
And sigh one more

At the old cafe
Cry for more

Drunk in a tapas bar

Spanish guitar played soft
And I thought of all those without
Them that cry in the streets
As to cry with no abandon
And darkened the underpasses
Of shrieking howling pain
And how fortunate it was
To be indoors
A friend watching out for me
Drunk on my own success
A fool blessed with a dream lover
A fool with a lie on his face
A smile
A quick grin
A lucky fool
With no direction

“It’s alright ma, I’m only bleeding”

Darkness at the break of noon

He not busy being born
Is busy dying

My friends are all dying
There are all leaving
And I am leaving with them
I do not know where

It’s alright ma
I’m only sighing

To make that all should be killed to crawl
But don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred
Flesh colored Christ’s that glow in the dark

It’s only people’s games
That you got to dodge
And it’s alright ma
I can make it

My friends are from here to eternity
You suddenly find
You have nothing to fear
They leave in droves

They tell me that they love me
And quietly disappear- As I wave
While the masters make the rules
For the wiseman and the fools

But it’s alright guys
I’m only fading
And when the morning comes
And hating the light I rise

I will think of my lovers
And scorn my lives
All the times
I’ve wasted

Just not being in your arms

But I mean no harm
Or put fault
On anyone who lives in
A vault

But life sometimes must get lonely
Pettiness plays so rough

But it’s alright ma
It’s life and life only

Before the working week

I feel it man
The heat just bears down
The sky is devoid of clouds
I guess I would be safe and warm
If I was in la
I can also be cooking in Escondido
Or baking in pendelton
Or freezing in Alaska

One by one people are leaving
More and more
Heading north for the winter
I miss my buddies
My homies
The people I share with
Books and beers and bowls-

All the good things
Were given
In groups
Stories and dreams
Hopes and fears

Now it’s just August again
The whole thing just feels like one big Sunday
Before the working week


Someone told me last night

That all of this will end

That this joy is fleeting

That the hole in my heart won’t mend

And it was sad

All around me were smiling faces

As far as I knew-

It would never end

But there was no way round it

Tomorrow I was going to San Diego

I’d have to leave my friends



Everything comes true
And sometimes the bastards lie
But your friends
They stay true
The people that you love
Baby they always come though
You see them n the middle of a late night
And early morning
Still drinking strong.
Still staying true.
Your buddies are your buddies
They will stay
When everyone leaves you
And your working some job you hate
And you ain’t got no place to live
Your friends
Are gonna be with you
Comrades stick round
Till the bitter end

felt warm within

I closed my eyes to sleep 

feeling empty

I woke and felt

feeling empty 

I closed my eyes

and opened them

breathed in

breathed out

opened the blinds

the pale sunlight came in 

I was a spiritual corpse 

but my body was fine

I closed my eyes

I opened them

I did this a third time

Then I felt the love of my kin

and comrades 

and felt warm