Phillip LoFaso
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Lover of most types of music from Bob Marley to Beethoven. I write songs, poetry, short stories. I love to play guitar, and recently started painting and drawing again. Self expression can be very cathartic, as is playing music with others.
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The Second Flight of Icarus
When Regor first discovered the body, Luka was still clutching what he called his "little black book with me poems in". At his side was a bag containing an old worn toothbrush and a comb that was missing more teeth than it had. Apparently, the elastic bands holding his shoes together had been upgraded to silver duct tape. His old Baird television set was still on. It was the only thing Luka brought with him when he moved into the Chalfont rest home. The sound was off. Regor didn't notice the old black and white rerun of Gomer Pyle on the screen. "Oh Luka", he thought, "now you've gone and done it." His old friend looked like shit. He wore a dirty satin shirt with small cigarette burns trickled down the front. He was sitting at the piano, his eyes still open. A burnt silver spoon sat on the glass table nearby. And he held his sacred black book tight to his chest. In his other hand he was squeezing a bunch of one hundred dollar bills. Must have been 200 of them.
By Phillip LoFaso5 years ago in Psyche
