Perch adjusts the 50″ flat screen in his grasp, scared paranoid above anything else of allowing it to touch the sidewalk. The way they make these things now, they’re almost designed to shatter. His mind babbles, groans, mutters.
Hard was the shell of pale skin which encased his brittle bones tightly like desert-dried plaster on the gnarled branches of a dying tree.
the street is alive whether that life has a point to it or not whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator or that which sucks the absolute energy away from all around it has yet to be seen whether it’s that guy at the party who’s asking everyone for aContinue reading “London at 3 a.m.”
saw a man asleep on a white couch parked under a sign that proclaimed the street Acanthus Road the name seemed lofty dignified enough to remove any shame and give the man leave to sleep and to dream and be more that what I perceived
swinging high in the trees if your heart’s desire was on a branch would you reach out and pluck it if I swing too far and miss it I wonder if I’ll land in softness into the soft arms of my heart’s true love
the ticking of a clock is simply ocean waves licking shore eagle cries and heron calls are the early morning alarms wind and shade sun and moon lonely canoe adrift in the harbour my tiny camp unseen by the world everything good and right as it should be everyone still dreaming of a dream
excuse me, mister, could you spare some time? I’m saving up my pocket-thoughts to buy myself a rhyme and if you want to wait around for a hour or maybe two I just might have enough to buy a song to sing for you so, walk on by, walk on by catch a verse hereContinue reading “walk on by”
I believe if some people back home were to see a stranger on the street suddenly materialize as me they’d spew green vomit on the sidewalk my only wish is that I’d have a pot to catch that puke and cook it up and eat another day with belly full and happy then I’d smileContinue reading “a pleasant reunion”
on days like this I’d normally stay inside inside my walls to escape the cold the wind has taken my precious walls left behind is me in the wild the cold becomes my walls and so, today, I stay inside inside my cold, my new-found home as life through my window is bright and warm