The Sound of Industry :: November 6, 2007

Gray cubicle walls
Emit a bumblebee hum
From my toil within.

Irish Rock-God :: November 5, 2007

From the bare Moore stage,
Glen Hansard grabs his guitar
And plays with our souls.

Urban Shopping :: November 4, 2007

Worse than a dog fight,
Two snarling women each grab
For the last cheap coat.

Their True Colors :: November 3, 2007

Cotton-candy pink
And tangerine duke it out
In tonight’s sunset.

Fevered Dreams :: November 2, 2007

Melting faces and
Fuchsia poodles share brain time
In my febrile state.

I Feel Like A Puppet :: November 1, 2007

First my body boils,
Then switches to an icy clime.
The virus chuckles.

File It Under “Peace” :: October 31, 2007

Peace like a river
Flows through my body as I
File my paperwork.