shadows and fog

i can feel it in the rotten air tonight
in the tips of my fingers
in the skin on my face

birds pride

the evening wind will shake the blinds
you're stirring from your slumber
we've got something hateful on our minds

mayonnaise

like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell

leaves at Neshaminy

the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors
there was a snap in the air
when you eased down the window
and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair

the monocle

Today I invented something.





ah, the blood
all of that blood
all of that warm blood
flowing freely from you

interception

the cabbages that I will grow
the love songs on the radio
will deepen in the springtime
they'll be brighter than the stars

ups and downs

stopped at the gas station payphone
I let my fingers fly
the wicked impulses were dying
but I couldn't let them die

like running into an ex

and i am far from where we live
and i have not learned how to forgive

goddamn cowboys

change and decay in all around I see
o thou who changest not, abide with me

around the block

made some minor modifications to my d70.






cold clean water nearby, glimmered in your eyes
and your pistol glistened.

rte. 1

we show great loyalty
to the hard times we've been through

harsh perspective

you smile at me in total defiance of all decency

102-102 tie

and i know one of us
and i'm not saying who
has got rocks in her head

bail

i got sugar in the fuel lines
both of us do

a place to bury strangers killed it

and i want to go home
but i am home

buds

i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control.

the coroner's gambit

when death came calling today,
i heard the gentle grace of his cadences.
i couldn't say no.
i couldn't say no.




(I know I was gonna lay off on work stuff until my work blog is up, but c'mon, it's Halloween.)

11th and market. noon. yesterday.

i was a terror since the public school era

headlight light

radical colors on the eastern sky
the blinding symmetry
the little white lie

been gone

and you ask me "would i?"
and i say i would.
and it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.

art

there's a mean streak in the sky
on the morning when you come by.

smokers

the animal noises you used to make
the andalusian coral snake
all hail when standing beside this room
and the heavy hot rains and the sonic boom

linda

i take in my surroundings
i memorize them all
the scuff marks on the stone floor
the powder burns on the eastern wall

strawberry

your bright eyes render all discussion pointless
your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure

consolidated

Pretty soon I'm going to have a blog with the paper, so I'm going to stop posting on the other blog. Three is a bit much.

Former Mexican President Vicente Fox

Adams

Teamsters beat up Don Adams during a Clinton impeachment rally back in 1998. He is still appealing his case.

another sunny day

1700 block Pine Street

Sheila was robbed here in broad daylight back in July.

bumming on the phils

Rudy and Judy

sexy sax

How do I top the sexiness of the past few posts? Easy. Just find a guy playing the saxophone and wait until he pulls the sexy sax move. That's when you bend way over while you're playing and then, when the crowd least expects it, you arch your back way back and blow the hell out of that sax. That sexy sax.