morning commute

a rough-looking man
and a gnarled-looking man huddle
at the bus stop, not waiting
for the bus--but waiting...

the rough-looking man wears
a shirt with a graphic of a curvaceous woman, naked
except for a thong. he offers a gas mask
to the gnarled-looking man and seems
to enter a well-known sales shtick.

it is a rotten world
when the waiting need protection
from the stench of the commuting.

orange peel

the day my mother
died, an orange peel fell--hit
the sidewalk.
                        a continuous
spiral--the skin collapsing over
on its rotting body--

                       the fruit
long gone, wandering.

shouldn't read a book by its cover

but we do. and these penguin decades, with good reason: 

also a big fan of what john squire does for the 80s series.

early morning, augusta blvd., from a phone.

smoke cigarettes. don't give a fuck.

coco chanel at work.

i'm done with my dying

All that I have is a river
The river is always my home
Lord, take me away
For I just cannot stay
Or I’ll sink in my skin and my bones

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying

Please help me build a small boat
One that’ll ride on the flow
Where the river runs deep
And the larger fish creep
I’m glad of what keeps me afloat

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying

Now deeper the water I sail
And faster the current I’m in
That each night brings the stars
And the song in my heart
Is a tune for the journeyman’s tale

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying

Now the land that I knew is a dream
And the line on the distance grows faint
So wide is my river
The horizon a sliver
The artist has run out of paint

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying

Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
And the big yellow sun leads me home
I’m everywhere now
The way is a vow
To the wind of each breath by and by

The water sustains me without even trying
The water can’t drown me, I’m done
With my dying
-the water, johnny flynn