July 16 Love Song

  I don’t sweat, I glisten I didn’t change, I evolved & u didn’t Move like a trajectory packed; stacked memorex memories watch from the balcony the stars in my galaxy & I’m feeling so extraordinary Shooting past the ordinaries  

SummerDays

Citrus slush is the parking lot Pass it grasp it Burning hot My hair’s in knots In the drop top Get home grab a shower Drinking oyster shooters At happy hour Stay up and keep blazed Like Fonzi & the crew Oh happy days -Posted on location via iPhone

Another Saturday Night

Saturday nights used to be memorable on a consistent basis. Not so much anymore. While I’m not obsessively holed up & tuning in to Cops/America’s Most Wanted, not enough is going on these days. What the hell? I wasn’t ready for lucid weekends or being the only person still awake at 3am. Being awake all…

Finally Friday

If you didnt notice, I changed my WordPress design.  Hope it doesnt confuse everyone.  I worry about these things you know.  Note that “leave comment” is right under the date at the top of each new post.  Whenever I see I have new comments, it brightens my day, it’s magical. Just returned from a 2…

September Changes Everything

Oh, September. I never really liked you. Summertime is never long enough.  For three measly months, we get fabulous heat, convertible weather, and an abundance of seafood.  The days are long with sunshine; lots of reasons to call out of work and sit by the pool.   I’m in love with summer because it was the…

No drive-thru at McDonalds

It was humid, sticky, and sweaty The man on the radio exclaims That so early in summer, it’s so hot already And driving through rush hour On an extended lunch break At 2 in the afternoon I turn the station to find another tune My mouth as dry as my mood Perspiration ran down my…

Bigger Than You Thought

(“thats what she said”) Temperatures have reached a humid, sticky high in the Washington, DC metropolitan area.   Unless you’re interested in sweating out for a detox of some sort, the heat is unbearable, and not sexy at all.  It’s tough to feel cute with droplets of sweat forming on my upper lip and forehead.  I’ve…

Freestyle Poem of the DaY

the temperature’s 100 degrees the languid wet summer’s heat seduces the sweaty into taking off their clothes hey you in your sears sucker suit take a break from your professional pursuit take it off take it all off stand up for you’ll never regret the shadow of summer’s silhouette –by 79sparrows

Art to Break Hearts, 7

“I fall in love a little everyday” Ah, another casual Friday is upon us.   I am off work today;   I took a long ride  in my Jeep and blasted Social D all morning.  The sun is out and we’re all still alive. The following pics are courtesy of the brilliant artists over at DeviantArt. These…

The tide goes in, the tide goes out

Family dinner.  My father was in ‘story telling’ mode. Somehow the subject of his adolescence in Rhode Island came up. My mom was talking about how corrupt RI is, how my uncles up there get their license plates made up from their buddies in prison, then get them registered at the DMV. My dad kicks…

A few words from Henry Rollins

Autumn is here and the early darkness is depressing I know. Autumn is here and you feel absolutely no interest in going on. Ending your life seems like the best way to deal with the boredom and savagery that this urban failure brings upon you. It’s this season that can save you if you let…