What do you see in the periphery?Who’s sleeping there in the park?Do you walk blind past those on the streets,struggling in front of…
a half-lit golden neon crossglows eerily in the fogfloating high over city streets;half burning, half in darkness.
The sun blanketed body, so out of place near the farm,spine curved, not quite supine, dried shit stained pantsturned to the…
High summer.Queen Anne’s lace parasolsthe worn curbs of West End Road,bends to traffic.
I can change the soundof a Dr Pepper canby bending the ring topto catch the setting sun.Take another sip or two,lowering the pitch&…
Was walking my very old dog the other day.She was sniffing things I couldn’t smell,did not want to think about that, either.
They sing at dawn,Tweet joy,Small favors shared,Six degrees, no wind,Be merry while ye may.
Don’t feed them,they might come back for more.Living under cardboard,not in my neighborhood