Fetid breath
of an urban summer.
smells and sounds…
even thoughts,
hang stickily in the air.
Relief
is
not in sight.
But It
is coming.
Category: Canis Lupus
Spanish Sunset
Orange – Reddish – Bronzish –
Some conflagration of color
spray painted behind the mountains.
A work of art
crafted just for me
Now coming to you,
In London,
and
From Boston to Miami.
(that includes Brooklyn too)
To Chicago
and LA and all the “San’s”,
and yes
Osaka we did not forget you.
Much Love
and
Good Night
Summertime Chores
I got about a 35% completion rate.
That’s good, right?
I love me some summer.
Spring
Walk
I walk this path
because I can,
I walk this path
because i must.
There were many before me,
But this path is mine.
With each step
the way gets longer
with each breath
the way gets clearer.
No one can follow me.
No one can walk with me.
The way is lonesome.
The way is beautiful.
“Where will it lead?” she asks me,
Lips wet with regret….
“This path is mine,” I reply
“and I walk it alone”.
It’s coming
Mr. Softee meets
Mrs. Phat Bootie.
Yeah man,
it’s comin now’.
Can you feel it?
Come’on now,
you can feel it.
rims-spinnin’fools bumpin’
the stoopid ssshhh…
Can you feel it?
Hot town-
my city.
and I can feel it coming
in the cooled air
this night,
over damp sheets,
and hot
brown skin.
Feel it now?
It’s coming
Where will you be?
Spring?
SnowPup
Snow
A million secrets
whispering all at once.
Lover’s farewells
And
Children’s prayers.
All fall tonight
On my nose
And my lips.
A chance,
A beginning.
Hope
Magic.
Moon Fart
Slides in
Quietly
With the breeze
With the breeze.
Such majesty is
Common place,
Like the wind
Like the wind.
The wind that knocked down my city
Like a twig
Like a twig.
But the NYC is poppin’
Like a dream
Like a dream.
Big fat half moon rolls in
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
Ed Koch is dead
With a dream,
With a dream.
Peace out ’86,
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
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