Tomorrow, the new vial of snake oil to sell. have such a great merrily in,
it’s still like a huge lake is still, lake superior, deep the dark of week
slough off another snakeskin. have another day— but only a bit,
woke up & immediately got high on one foot in the grave of the new regime,
it’s still like a huge lake is still, lake superior, I am the king and the queen.
soft—sit here all day, relish this new beginning. Trainwreck shape in the hunch,
a lack of space in the corner. Maybe & spirit lifted above the ceiling
and here the womb in which live— love this life.
it’s still like a huge lake is still, lake superior, tan’tien is collected
float now near the christmas lights which twinkle so
a deep shadow, only a pool It swishes breath. The room is dark
A good perch
A different perspective
Farmers Market, a taste of local flavors.
Wealth in any community comes from its people and their efforts to beautify every member.
Rain's finally here again, after one of the hottest summers I've had in the city, a comfort of home.
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
We started the walk in bright sun and a light breeze. I convinced myself that the dark clouds in the distance were blowing away from us. I was wrong. Wet dog, wet human.
Graffiti and Ghost Signs