Tuesday, July 28, 2009

good morning

he glistens like a
porpoise, the man bathing in
the drinking fountain

Thursday, July 9, 2009


whilest on my mid late
afternoon trot i happen
upon an open

door. inside is a
magical world of ovens
and conveyor belts.

trains of flat breads zip
by, monorails and skyways.
i stop, stare, and smell.

a man in white wipes
his brow, adjusts his hairnet,
and sighs, 'damn its hot.'

somehow i manage
to ignore the layer of
bird droppings that coat

the exterior
walls and dumpsters of dough and
say, 'but it smells good.'

Wednesday, July 8, 2009


woman with wiener
dogs exits elevator,
smells of purple gum.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

sidewalk treasures

ice cream cone (melted).
single child-sized croc (torquoise).
pigeon (grey, headless).