5:54 am… The Last Man: “We have decided not to decide. And this we shall call, our greatest good.” …and they blink.
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
Drizzle-soaked sidewalks…
Pavement dwellers litter Thug City’s drizzle-soaked sidewalks, as the early dawn begins to reveal the indifference of the day.
What motivates me?
What motivates me? The rust that eats at the rail, and the withered skin that droops from an old man’s hand – in a word: decay. What motivates me? The blade of grass that, despite all odds, breaks free from…
I haven’t turned on the news yet…
I haven’t turned on the news yet… everything looks to be okay from out my front window. Maybe there is no other world other than what’s out my front window – or, maybe the World goes on forever. and ever,…
Valiant Effort
I’ve seen this man many times over the years, courageously walking down State Street. (Minolta XD-11, Tri-X EI 800, Rodinal stand development)
The poet
The poet makes the private life public. I love, oh how I love! And for my love, I suffer.
Ah, yes… some Friday evening Kerouac…
I was sipping a Goose Island, an Urban Pale Ale, while Kerouac tapped out a groovy beat: boom ta-ta, BOOM-! ta-ta… The clouds are pissing down the broken window-glass, as moonbeams run naked across the morning sky… CJ And now,…
A lovely drizzle…
6:01 am… A lovely drizzle patters off the pavement, as I savor the steam that floats above my coffee cup…