completely dark by now

up the bridge.

what you can see
out the window
is the lights of things.

if you shade yr eyes
you can see
shapes of things in the night.

it's cold out there.

colder still.
these teens cut thru
such as shoes & coats
& multiple multicolored scarves
& extra sweaters
& the long cold night

what's out there?

what's out there
is driven by confusion.

the cold of needles & knives

enter a new year
the days, they claim,
are getting longer.
it must be hell to work a job
that keeps you in
all the sun's waking winter hours.

happy becomes necessity
& what then?

waiting on an elevated platform
in 17 degree weather
is the cold of knives & needles.

sun sets in a west
that seems more south
oranges & reds
burn deep to the horizon
on stratus clouds.

faroff bridges mark angles
the east river & bay beyond
are the cold color
of the highways & sky.
time without clouds
makes cold deeper.

train slants down'ard
bldgs cut black icy silhouettes
against the sinking sky.
the cold of knives & needles
cuts shapes out of an icy sky.

bricks hold tighter together
& if they were struck
by a wrecking ball
they'd explode
in cold.

reminiscent of a lingering past

reminiscent of a lingering past
further dwn the pike
the train where the sun shines in
warmer than late
an EMT with an apparently snappy dog
both in vests
diagnoses a man
with a chest pain

-do you need medical attention?
-no
-might be the coffee. what'd you eat? dont worry i'm also an EMT

he is serious & full of focus
solid
but of what?

an old man tries to pet his dachsund.
the EMT jerks it away

-no no no

that focus.
the EMT turns back to the man

-you pulled a muscle

the man in pain
is middle age, sketchy black moustache
an unhappy cast to his pained face
i think the EMT is keeping his ye on me
keeping my eye on him.

i dont mind a cellphone conversation in spanish
i never even rally lookt
at the overly stylish girls
with nice boots
standing in front of me.

rhythm in the kitchen

i made this flyer for the hell's kitchen cultural center's upcoming event. attend. check it out. click the pick to travel to hell's kitchen.

fall along

fall along
traintracks
wheels turn
in the grips
of gravity
& motion
& the warm embrace
of friction
over the bridge
as the sun
on my black coat
& brwn hat
& scarf o many colors
made by an old lady
in texas i never met--
each wheel
is heavy & round
& bears us down
the incline
further decline of light
in predictable circles.

fronds, rummies & country ladies

with some coworkers and cohorts talkie21 produced a commercial for peer1.

it's up on the mighty internet and twould benefit the likes of me and further commercials and all those involved if ye stopt by and hadda looksee.

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many thankings and suchlinesses...

good morning morning

good morning morning--

sometimes i wake up
feeling left out in
the waking world.

i liked the idea
of morning
when it ws dark
& cold
& i ws outside
alone & walking.

i felt okay then
on my way
in no ex

now
it's morning
with light & bustle
traffic, pain & people

the glare and gare
of walking for hopeful waking
mumble & fumble
bumble for change

i'll take the warmth of sunlight

& if i have to choose
btw laughter & violence

i'll laugh til it just aint funny.

with wonder at what
is in a day.

in lefthanded diligence,

yr constituent