the lights across the street at the church burned on~ surprisingly early~ for someone to bang around amongst the pews~ would some god need to turn the lights on ?
with frail hope
along the loneliest street in my neighbourhood
a shimmering path of shattered glass
i walk these pre~dawn streets a drift~ directionless~
the spreading reach of desires frustration chopped off
read a book about clouds and remember nothing, cirrus, stratus or nimbus
flat and screwed
a brown attracts my eye, paints a door my camera can't translate
i love my streets~ nude car~less
i love you boarded up, painted/tagged and de~shrubbed abandoned structures
modern cubic functional useless~ you beautifully eye-soar
back when i wandered the streets of NY these machines used to ring as you passed, and ring and ring
everything and nothing important ?
say it ~ sexy ~ with a whisper
cardboard deterrents to consummation
if you have cash or vices/ i wanted to take pictures of hats/ and couldn't make myself walk in
brown, really brown electric meters
a block away~ i've never been
constantly drawn to this storefront, this is the most beautiful building in town~hands down without contention, if i could bestow a plague or trophy this building would wear a crown of glamorous magazine covers~ WINNER my original post on this space, suggested they sell only marshmellows, dandruff and cum, may i add, clouds, frost and milk ?
i don't know what's going on here, but i like it.
a bus that makes me smile~ could you ever picture a meadow closed
i see time-machine ghost children in red patent leather Mary-Jane's, with blue chalk, drawing monsters
against a green~ so green ~ leaves fall from trees in surrendered defeat
so much going on behind this little house on an alley
and then~ this is the dog that chased me off and cockblocked my flirt of bewildered
i just like this boat~ a float in frost
WOW and wownderful ~ where did you go ?
i wake~ so i can walk~ so i can see the first light to touch a cloud's basement
yeah, a mound of earth that smelled like shit, lots of shit
the puddle smelled like shit too~ and piss~ a lot of shit and gallons of piss
and a white truck glistening with rainwater~ WCW http://blownbrown.blogspot.com/2010/12/nu-blu-shoe-vs-cars-in-blanket.html
. . . but anyway this vintage manhole cover framed in eyeball popping face gauging fluorescence screams ART or . . . ARTY anyway