

1922Cigarette. Cold day. Dull road lamps. City streets. A Suit stands, breathing smoke- ash- bits of lung. He strives to make a man peach, Softly aplomb.1922


Sauntering SketchesSlack motioned; old feet Slosh through wrinkles in time. ASauntering Sketches
Tongue slides like a fish; Swallowing a hook.


for john scotttoday could be full offor john scott
traffic lights and other ordinary blights
on our souls but today you are full of stories about red-winged hawks and visits to Arizona
I had a dream – I was standing on the docks, and your boat was leaving, so I took off your line and threw it back to you but you didn’t wave goodbye, not that I remember, anyway.
a hundred stone angels are stained by years of rainstorms in Baltimore are you headed west now, into your sunset, are you looking for your grail?
I can smell you so clearly, &nb


Broken SundayRocky cement goes on for miles and miles The desiccated brown grass reaches upwards within the cracks, struggling to survive Like the town that once thrived. The desolate sky stretches far past, but the radiant gold sun is never visible. The secrets of the town have been folded and tucked into the back pockets of jeans. Easily forgotten. Memories have washed away and faded to a dark gray Broken glass is in the streets from windowpanes left empty Streetlights are dim at night. The only light provided are the even dimmer stars. They don’t shine anymore here Or that’s just what itBroken Sunday
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