things she makes up, as she wakes up

some god woke up very early this morning

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

pulled out

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

then this backyard diorama slaps my face and leaves me breathless with stunned lust~transfixed

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

if we hadn't destroyed Ma' Bell the old black telephone monopoly~ we wouldn't have cellphones

. . . but anyway this vintage manhole cover framed in eyeball popping face gauging fluorescence screams ART or . . . ARTY anyway

greatest named defunct business in town award winning recipient

the other side of the diorama~

my favorite graffiti is so much cuter in the winter

a mathematical precision to ~ choke/ strangle/ hang/ tread

not quite a costume if you wear it everyday ~ BUM

no autographs please NE!L~