hinged and stretching
currently useless and
on the closet shelf
but a silent reminder to
keep checking
to keep adding to the list
the slug returneth
art
i love details
a shifting of papers
reveals coffee stains
if we saw ourselves trudging
i think we’d want to know
the cars wait as long as they need to
i’ll rust, they seem to say.
sirens and two by fours and a thick yellow
light covering the herd
pictures start small and get bigger,
this is no mystery
Audio Saturdays!
me euphorically getting some kind of song idea on the way home from the bar one night when i still lived at the apartment. never turned it into anything – except this blog post! $50 bucks to the person who can turn this into a real song.
black highways pt. 5
but not until i was in the barnes and noble realizing
i sweat through my clothes
listening to the highway love unlimited album
trying to make out the letters on the tote bag
realizing i wasn’t wearing a mask
that no one was wearing a mask
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gasping
black highways pt.4
a small white white wobbly
metal table
painted white but not having faded
significantly.
no clue what
we were talking about but i woke up
unable to go back to sleep
black highways pt. 2
i could not make out the words or
the logo
that should have been a clue.
a lyric introducing the
highway love unlimited collective
said back in the day it was just
the 18 of us, sounded to me like
wishful head counting.
i was full of sweat in my
ex girlfriend’s sleeveless gray
static tee shirt
the fever broke overnight
and some wet weather rolled through
as i stare at slick pavement
and umbrellas fat
a break in the drizzle
me, i don’t see much
i’m focused on the feeling
i close my eyes
and wander the cooler airs
fire escapes i have known and loved
we built a small little universe of shared things
but ultimately we were very different people
Sunshine and Wind 